Ever since Cheng Hao first arrived in Gaoliang County, he never left, just kept hustling around the nearby cities. Every month, he made five or six hundred yuan just selling chili sauce, and with that kind of income, his wallet stayed full. Going back to Ningbei never even crossed his mind.
He bought himself a new watch for his wrist, and even the clothes he wore were bought in the city—those especially stylish ones.
That day, he rode his bicycle, humming a little tune, riding all the way from the food factory to Pei Yicheng's place, in an especially good mood.
"Oh, oops."
Cheng Hao got distracted and realized he'd just crashed into someone.
"Sorry, sorry," Cheng Hao apologized quickly. "Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"
He saw he'd bumped into a young woman, so he hurried to apologize again and helped pick up her books. "If you're hurt, I'll take you to the hospital."
"How can you ride your bike without watching the road?"
