บท 777: Going Down the Slope to Save Someone

"Old Mister Zhu! Are you home?" Qiao Mei shouted at the door.

Old Mister Zhu was the best coachman in the village. He and his son were both in this line of work. Anyone in the village who wanted to transport things would ask Old Mister Zhu for help. If Qiao Mei was the most popular person in the village, then Old Mister Zhu was probably the next most popular.

"Qiao Mei? Didn't you go and look for Zhang Qin? My son also went to help. Did something happen to you?" Old Mister Zhu asked.

"Old Mister Zhu, can you bring me to the area around Zhang Qin's school now? It doesn't matter how much it costs!" Qiao Mei said.

Without another word, Old Mister Zhu went straight to get his horse carriage ready and even padded it with soft cushions and put small stools inside. Ever since his son joined him in the business, he had rarely worked.

"No need to talk about money! Get in quickly!" Old Mister Zhu shouted.