As Chen Feng and his company walked down the main street of the small town, they naturally drew quite a bit of attention.
After all, Chen Feng and Mu Dongcheng were both outsiders, unfamiliar faces.
On top of that, there were three or four of them together.
A group like this, walking through a sparsely populated small town, was bound to attract attention.
"Zhao Fang? Where are you taking your daughter?"
An elderly lady, who lived in the town, recognized Zhao Fang and asked curiously.
"Aunt Wang, we're planning to go to the city!"
Zhao Fang explained with a smile.
"And who are these two?"
Aunt Wang pointed at Chen Feng and Mu Dongcheng, asking with confusion.
"They're my distant cousins. Seeing me widowed here, they couldn't bear it, so they're taking me back to the city. They'll look after us!"
Zhao Fang thought for a moment and explained.
After all, as a widow, gossip was inevitable, so she needed to give Chen Feng and Mu Dongcheng a proper identity.
