The next morning, Feng Ling was awakened by a burst of noisy commotion.
Someone outside was cursing, accompanied by the sound of something hard striking the truck.
She stretched her arms and got out to look, only to find a short, skinny middle-aged woman banging a broom against the truck's bumper with loud thuds.
The moment the middle-aged woman saw Feng Ling, she stormed over to the rear of the truck and roared, "So there is someone in the truck! Have you got no decency? Look how you parked this thing! You're blocking the front of my shop—how am I supposed to do business?! Move your truck! Move it, move it!"
Feng Ling lazily yawned and glanced down at the time. It was 6:05 in the morning.
She had only arrived in Guangshan City in the middle of the night yesterday. Cao Hongyi and Xu Yiming had spent some time finding a hotel to check into, and by the time they actually went to sleep, it was probably already three in the morning. They had to still be asleep now.
If she woke the two of them up to move the truck now, Feng Ling felt that would be the truly indecent thing to do.
Feng Ling said, "Let me park here a little longer. We'll be gone by nine at the latest."
"No!" The middle-aged woman glared furiously and waved her broom at the shop behind her. "This is a breakfast shop! I only make money during these two hours in the morning! If I wait until nine, am I supposed to drink the northwest wind?! Even if the God of Wealth came, your truck would block him from finding my front door! How can a young person like you be so thoughtless?!"
Feng Ling took out her phone.