Zhan Qipei furrowed his long eyebrows slightly and leaned toward Qiao Jing, whispering, "The signal is not very good here. I'll go over there to take a call and be right back."
Qiao Jing nodded, "Go ahead."
After greeting her, Zhan Qipei walked away with his phone.
Qiao Jing withdrew her gaze and, glancing down, noticed a bit of dust on the tombstone. She immediately took out a tissue to wipe it clean.
At this moment, two simply dressed young men with modest appearances approached from not far away.
It was clear at a glance that they were villagers from this village.
As they got closer and saw Qiao Jing, both of them were taken aback.
Hearing the commotion, Qiao Jing turned her head and noticed the two of them as well.
She recognized them immediately as Li Chaoyang and Zhao Xishan, who used to hang around Lin Yun back then.
Back then, Lin Yun and these two were quite the troublemakers, mischief makers who might steal someone's melons today and someone's corn tomorrow.
