Yan Ruyu followed her cousin with trepidation. Her original intention was to see the beautiful scenery of the peach blossom village. However, Yan Siming, the man who was prettier than a woman, caused people to stop and take a look. He became others' scenery.
"That's a man, right?"
The villagers could not help but discuss among themselves when they saw Yan Siming. They lowered their heads and whispered into each other's ears.
"It should be a man. Look at his short hair, his suit, and his tall build. He's at least 1.8 meters tall."
"Oh. I remember who he is now!" Some villagers suddenly cried out in surprise.
"Who is he?"
"A few months ago, didn't the people from the Chen family village cause a ruckus at Xiao Zhengyang's house? The time when both Zhengyang and Qiuying were injured?"
"Now that you mention it, I remember it too."
