No virtue

"Have you ever worn a suit before?" Yang Xiaojin asked Ren Xiaosu from the room across his during the night.

Both Ren Xiaosu and she lived on the second floor of the house constructed from brick and wood. Only a few wooden planks separated the two rooms, so they could hear each other very clearly.

Ren Xiaosu lay on the bed with his arm acting as a pillow. "When would I have had the chance to wear something like that? It's actually quite interesting. Back when I was living in town, Wang Fugui was constantly reminding me not to provoke those who came out of the stronghold dressed in suits, because they were definitely big shots."

At that time, Ren Xiaosu made up his mind that he would get himself a suit to wear someday. But it was just a thought. After all, suits were not exactly suitable for the activities like hunting that he did.

As time passed, he met many people who wore suits. But the so-called big shots had gradually become insignificant in his eyes.