The second old lady, disregarding the need for extensive explanations, hastily said, "Well, you can't be sure. Their family's affairs are complicated. This route goes to…"
"The train station. This route passes straight through the train station," someone interjected.
"Oh no, they might really be running away. Let's hurry to Zheng Yufeng's place."
Moved by their kind hearts, the elderly women immediately set off, quickly retracing their steps. Just as they reached the end of the alley, they collided with a disheveled, unkempt man with a scruffy beard. Leading the pack, Grandmother A was shocked, "Fan Debiao?"
Fan Debiao, with a black face, nodded.
