Did it even matter anymore?
After a long while, the young man let out a deep breath.
There was no point in sitting here and imagining all sorts of things...
What he didn't know, he didn't know.
But...
A Jiu...
The young man thought of the Little White Fox.
The Little White Fox had left a deep impression on him last night.
Even though the Little White Fox had scared him half to death.
"Oh."
"Would you mind if he chatted with you while you eat lunch?"
The young man heard the woman mention a chicken.
Then he realized his words might have sounded like he didn't welcome the old man, so he immediately corrected himself. "Have you had lunch yet?"
The young man furrowed his brow.
Although he hadn't told the woman outright—
"What brings you here?"
The woman picked up her glass and drank several gulps of plain water.
He had so many questions...
"Your problem's been solved."
"If I could've helped you, I would've done it already..."
He stepped aside to let the delivery person in, then walked into the woman's apartment.
The woman's expression didn't lie.
This time, he had ordered quite a bit of food.
Grandpa Wang had always looked out for him.
"Grandpa Wang, are you free for a while?"
"Why the face?"
"Really?"
Now that he knew the woman's problem had been solved...
He couldn't wait to find out what had happened after he left last night.
"Yeah."
The old man told the woman not to stand around.
He had to admit...
"You're quite a kid..."
The woman's problem could only be solved by finding the source of the chicken cries that kept her from sleeping peacefully.
The woman smiled wryly.
The old man quickly replied, "What could a retired old