The man got out of his car and walked to the front of hers, glancing at it, "This fellow of yours is too heavy; my little car can't pull it. Here's what we'll do: I'll take you up the mountain first, and once we've reached Wumei Town, I'll find a few people, and we'll need a big car to tow it."
Jiang Shuya was immensely grateful.
Sitting in the open-topped small truck without even doors, Jiang Shuya's face turned red from the night wind.
The man said, "I'm from Wumei Town. What's the surname of your relative's family? I might know them."
Jiang Shuya could see the man's sincerity and kindness and so she told him truthfully, "The Ye Zhiyong family."
"Oh, so it's a relative of Brother Zhiyong's family, then I really do know him. Brother Zhiyong and I grew up together; he and my own elder brother are the same age, and the two of them have always been close."
Upon mentioning Ye Zhiyong, Jiang Shuya quickly asked, "Really? How is he doing now?"
