Wang Peng sensed something was wrong, took out his keys, opened the car door, and the father and son got in together.
"Xiao Peng, he's selling fake liquor." Li Kefan glanced at the convenience store and whispered, "He doesn't have any real liquor in his shop."
"What?" Wang Peng was completely dumbfounded.
"Not only the alcohol, but the cigarettes he sells are also counterfeit," Li Kefan scoffed. "Don't buy anything from him again."
"Goodness." Wang Peng scratched his head. "I was wondering why the wine here is cheaper than in Ping'an County."
Wang Peng remembered it too.
It is now 1995, an era when counterfeit cigarettes and alcohol are rampant.
"Uncle Li, let's go buy wine somewhere else," Wang Peng said.
“No need to buy any, we have wine at home.” Li Kefan pointed to the residential building ahead. “Let’s go home.”
Knowing his temper, Wang Peng didn't stand on ceremony and parked the car downstairs.
The father and son went upstairs.
Li Kefan opened the door. "Old Duan, Mingzhu, come out and see who's here."
Li Mingzhu's bedroom door opened.
"Ah!" She ran to Wang Peng's side in two steps and hugged his arm with both hands. "Brother Peng, I missed you so much!"
The two are already eighteen years old, adults, and about to become university classmates.
Mingzhu's parents strongly supported their relationship.
Duan Cuilu came out of the house and said with a smile, "Xiao Peng, you're getting old."
"Auntie, I'm sorry, I came empty-handed," Wang Peng said with a smile.
"What are you saying? Don't give me anything again." Duan Cuilu didn't mind.
Li Kefan shook his head. "If I hadn't shown up in time, Xiaopeng would have been tricked by Old Sun downstairs."
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