C73 Tang Jin Was a Secondrate Hooligan

It was getting late when Xia Churan finished packing up her sewing machine, carefully placing the needle and thread into her backpack. She accepted the shoes Chen Yingying handed to her, pursed her lips, and offered a smile.

"Thank you, sister-in-law. It's about to get dark, so I'll be heading home."

Chen Yingying nodded silently, her face obscured by the fading glow of the sunset