The middle-aged woman hesitated for a moment at Guan Tong's words, then turned off her flashlight.
Illuminated by the truck's headlights, she got a clear look at Guan Tong's face. He was young and clean-cut, looking like a student of about eighteen or nineteen.
Based on looks alone, Guan Tong didn't seem very aggressive. It was just that the large iron pliers in his hand would naturally make a woman with a child a little nervous and afraid.
She watched Guan Tong warily and said, "I'm from Sun Family Manor. I read online that there's less snow in less populated areas, so I brought my daughter here. Where are you from, young man?"
"I came from Yunhua."
Guan Tong knew of Sun Family Manor. It was a village over forty kilometers away; he had even passed it on his drive here.
"Mommy, I'm cold..."
Just then, the little girl's voice came from behind the woman. Hearing her, the woman quickly picked up the girl and put her back in the truck.
