"Auntie, are you at home?" Yang Hong poked her head around the door of the Yu family's old house.
Wang Cuihua was up a ladder sweeping the shed.
"Tiegen, can you go take a look."
Upon seeing Yang Hong, Yu Jingting frowned slightly. He didn't beckon her into the house, instead, he stood at the courtyard door and asked:
"What's up?"
"Oh, I mean, I'm not a busybody, but I can't stand to see others in difficulty."
"Say what you want to say." Yu Jingting didn't have the patience to listen to her beating around the bush.
Yang Hong had never had the chance to talk with Yu Jingting or any other young women in the village this closely before.
He was always hanging out with a group of misfits and never took the initiative to approach women.
She had heard that he was handsome, but getting a closer look, he really was attractive.