"Eh? Where's An Ping?" An Hao asked, puzzled.
Qin Jian, holding a broom and sweeping the ox cart, replied, "When I was busy just now, I heard him say something about going to the bathroom."
"How much time has gone by and he's still not back?" An Hao frowned and said, "He really isn't someone who gives peace of mind. It's so late now, and his not coming back is really worrisome..."
"No need to worry about him. He's a big lad and won't stir up trouble. An Ping is a smart kid. Despite always joking around and not seeming serious, he actually knows his boundaries," Qin Jian comforted her.
"Alright then. Let's wait for him a bit longer." An Hao packed up a bunch of money with a bulging purse, then sat next to the ox cart with Qin Jian to wait for him.
The market had dispersed, and it was completely dark.