Ah Chang, gripping the steering wheel, said seriously, "The old master has always been quite well, except for his rheumatism; there have been no major issues."
Li Qiao rested her elbow on the car window, eyeing the roadside wilderness. After a moment, she took out her phone and made an overseas call.
Meng Jun, in Aida State, was surprised, "You need me for something?"
Li Qiao, not in the mood for pleasantries, got straight to the point, "Why did you have a falling out with the teacher back then?"
Meng Jun's breath grew heavy, "Why ask this? It's been said, 'betraying one's master and ancestors'; what other reason could there be?"
The residents of the Poor People's Kiln were always united, but Meng Jun was an exception.
At this time, Li Qiao, touching her own nails, drew out her words, "Will you tell me yourself, or should I investigate?"
Meng Jun flicked his tongue against his cheek and, grabbing his pack of cigarettes, walked out of his office.
