"Yeah, how come we didn't realize earlier that he's just a pretty face? Look at that handsome face, but that woman is just too ugly, not a match for him."
"Although she's a bit ugly, but look, this woman has a bicycle, dresses neatly, not bad conditions, right? No wonder that usually unpleasant Old Zhou is begging for help now."
"Hey? How did his leg get injured? No wonder we haven't seen him lately, the people from the street office are looking for him; no one's been cleaning the toilets, it's stinking..."
...
"Anyway, don't take it to heart, they're just jealous, jealous that I got sent back, me, a street sweeper, I, "
"Where's your home?" An Yi interrupted him, asking coldly.
"Huh?" The wind scattered his voice, he didn't hear clearly.
"I asked where your home is?" Her voice was a bit impatient, clearly she hadn't communicated with these gossipy women for a long time, and was now a bit out of practice.
"Oh, go straight to the right, the last house at the end is mine."
