Just like any other ordinary person in this residential area, Little Wang was wearing a loose-fitting singlet, shorts, and flip-flops. His feet were propped up on the ground as he casually sat on the scooter and talked to Ding Rong, who was in the house.
He acted as if he didn't notice anything amiss and said casually, "It's alright, Auntie Ding. Slow work yields fine products. My mother isn't in a hurry either. Auntie Ding, I'm in a hurry to go drink with my colleagues, so I won't be going in to greet you."
Ding Rong raised her voice as she usually did and said, "Alright, Little Wang, go and have fun."
The sound outside the door gradually disappeared. The kidnapper who had been hiding by the window and observing in the dark turned around and nodded at the leader. "It's a young man on a scooter. There doesn't seem to be any problem."
