Ren Zhong was taken aback, feeling that something wasn't quite right.
Just then, Ma Dafu came running from afar, puffing heavily.
The chubby white-haired old man shouted breathlessly, "Ma Xiaoling, don't get excited! Things aren't how you think they are!"
As soon as Old Ma finished speaking, he saw Ren Zhong beside him and his face turned sour again.
Ma Xiaoling turned around, first looking at her plump father, then at Ren Zhong, who stood aside, looking confused and slightly helpless, and said, "What do you mean 'not how I think'? What else could it be?"
At this point, Old Ma finally arrived, glanced slightly guiltily at Ren Zhong, then looked at his daughter, who was like a volcano about to erupt, sighing helplessly, "You're so impatient. Let me finish what I was saying!"
Ren Zhong cleared his throat twice, intervening, "No, Old Ma, Ma Xiaoling, what exactly were you talking about just now?"
