A Hundred Out Of Ten Thousand

"Why isn't Granny Feng here today?" Suddenly a person asked.

"She is sick. I'm helping her to attend to the stall." Little Jiang turned his head and answered with a delighted expression.

He looked at the man and then found it was a man that had just bought the food from him.

The man was quite conspicuous. Little Jiang could immediately recognize this man was the white-collar person, Little Fang, mentioned by Granny Feng yesterday.

He was wearing the fitted business suit and kept a slicked-back hairstyle. And on his left face, there was a mole. While he was speaking, he carried an accent of Jinling, which was very easy to be recognized.

"Is she getting better?" The white-collar person, Little Fang, frowned and asked with a caring tone.

"Not bad. She is now with the doctor." Little Jiang was very happy when he found somebody caring about Granny Feng.

"Okay, that's good." Little Fang nodded his head and then left.

"Thanks for asking." Little Jiang nodded smilingly.