The crowd discussed for a while, and seeing that there was no excitement left to watch, they all dispersed.
Luo Shu looked at Lu Hanmo, playfully winked at him, and said, "Child's father."
"You little rascal!" Lu Hanmo lifted his lips into a shallow smile and lightly tapped Luo Shu's forehead with his hand, his eyes filled with helplessness and indulgence.
Luo Shu chuckled and glanced around, "I finally understand why that woman chose you."
"Why?" Lu Hanmo raised an eyebrow, looking at Luo Shu with confusion. At first, he thought she was sent by that person, but after seeing the look in her eyes, he knew he was wrong.
"Just look around, whose clothes don't have patches?" Luo Shu laughed and pointed around. In those days, the common folk were mostly poor, and having clothes to wear already counted as quite fortunate, nobody was concerned about patches on their clothing. Only during the New Year would they seriously consider tearing fabric to make a new garment.