Old Mo exclaimed, "Damn! That was fast! I was just planning to send a couple of my guys to check out the construction team."
That's just how Old Mo was: an honest old farmer with a kind heart, always ready to help relatives and friends.
After a moment of silence, Old Mo asked, "What's wrong with you? You haven't said a word."
Chu Hao's eyes welled up with tears. He had no relatives left in this world. Sister Ya Xiao was gone. That, combined with Ankang Mo's phone call and his earlier feelings, made his heart ache terribly.
"It's... it's nothing."
Old Mo laughed. "No place to stay? You really should've told me. Come and stay with your old brother for a few days."
Chu Hao replied, "Alright."
He just wanted to find someone to talk to, and Old Mo was the perfect person.
Taking a taxi to the South City District, he arrived at a relatively quiet street lined with one-stop funeral service shops, one of which belonged to Old Mo.
