Not to mention what happened in the bar, at the moment, Chen Hao had once again run into Zhong Ping's father, Zhong Damin, on the street.
The sky was gradually darkening.
"Uncle Zhong, where are you going with that?" Chen Hao saw Zhong Damin holding a bag of apples, but they didn't seem like they were for setting up a stall to sell.
Zhong Damin had also seen Chen Hao and, thinking of the events at noon, he showed a grateful smile; the money Chen Hao paid for the apples was just enough to cover several days' worth of medicine.
"It's Xiao Chen." Zhong Damin immediately tried to give Chen Hao an apple to eat, while saying, "I'm trying my luck again, to see if I can find a fruit store owner willing to buy my family's apples."
Although that's what he said, Chen Hao noticed that Zhong Damin had already lost the confidence he had when they first met; even when he talked about such matters, his face was full of melancholy.