Mingshu glanced at the securely covered chest on the escort carriage by the road, her eyes whirring around, a faint glimmer flickering in them. Yue Fuguang caught sight of this and felt a chill down his spine, reasonably suspecting that the girl was up to no good.
Mingshu gave him a look, pulled Yue Fuguang's hand over, and wrote a few words on her palm. The latter's eyes widened in disbelief, as if to say,
"Are you serious?"
Mingshu nodded.
Yue Fuguang hesitated for a moment, then got up to chat with the old man boiling tea, "Old sir, you're of such an age, why are you manning this stall alone? Don't you find someone to help out or something..."
The old man glanced at her with cloudy eyes, responding tersely, "Can't afford to hire."
"I see." Yue Fuguang nodded as if in sudden understanding, "I noticed that you have difficulty with your legs, how did you bring these things here all by yourself? Where does your family live? How many people are there in your family?"