Halfway there, Liu Degui suddenly stopped, gripping Wang Xiaoshuai's sleeve.
"Wang Xiaoshuai, let's step aside and have a chat, just the two of us."
Wang Xiaoshuai nodded, and they walked to the pine trees beside the roadside vegetable patch.
This place was pitch-black, save for the bright light from the kerosene lamp in their hands. Beyond that, one couldn't see one's own hands in the darkness.
Wanmin Village was too backward, with no signals or electricity. The evening's entertainment was also very limited, with pretty much nothing else to do but to "strive humanely".
Thus, Liu Feifei and Maria, as well as the couple Li Yifeng and Zhao Jingjing, had shut off their phones and tossed them into their luggage upon arriving in Wanmin Village because holding onto them was just cumbersome with no usefulness at all.
Liu Degui looked at Wang Xiaoshuai with a serious expression and said, "Wang Xiaoshuai, let's take this opportunity to speak from the heart."