Chapter 794 - The Story of Ling and Heng (1/2)

Glancing at Feng Ling, who didn’t know very well about the ways of the world but was still sensible, Nanheng smiled unconsciously and his mood became much better.

“Do you want to go back to the base canteen for dinner, or do you want your boss to treat you to dinner around here?”

“I just want to fill up my stomach. Anything will do.”

For a person who lived with wolves for five years, some consciousness was already deeply rooted in her bones. It wasn’t important whether the food was delicious or not, good or bad, or even raw or cooked. What only mattered was to fill up her stomach.

The only requirement Feng Ling had was that the food couldn’t be too greasy because food too greasy would give her diarrhea.

After they bought the new phone, Nanheng didn’t want to stay in this store too long and took Feng Ling away.

Feng Ling inserted the phone card into the new phone while walking. When she was going to go to the parking lot with Nanheng, she saw that he seemed to have no intention to go to the parking lot, so she had to keep up with him while fiddling with the new phone.

Li Nanheng was going to take Feng Ling to have a meal nearby and then go back. It was already dark, and now it was 6:40 p.., which was exactly dinner time.

Just when the two were going to the intersection behind the commercial street, they suddenly heard an old woman shouting anxiously: “Help me! Help me—-”

At the same time, a black figure ran quickly past and the two of them immediately stopped. Nanheng only glanced backward casually and saw an old woman with gray hair and a pair of reading glasses stumbled over, shouting in English that someone snatched her bag.

This kind of street robbery case was normal at night and the old woman was well-dressed, so it was not surprising that she was robbed.

Nanheng hadn’t spoken yet and, and before he had the time to stop her, Feng Ling had rushed over to chase the robber.

Nanheng was speechless and sighed.

This kind of robber was easier to deal with than the bandits they met in missions. This robber was only a piece of cake to Feng Ling and he didn’t have to worry about her at all. But their dinner would be held up for quite a while. Why didn’t he find out that Feng Ling was so nosy before?

Seeing someone come up to help her chase that robber, the old woman who stumbled behind stopped by the street, gasping hard and stroking her chest. At this time, a middle-aged woman quickly walked out of a shop in the commercial street. When Nanheng saw that middle-aged woman, he paused.

She was the mistress of the Feng family, Feng Mingzhu’s mother, Qin Qiu.

Since her second daughter fell into the sea when she was under the age of one, she hadn’t given birth to any other child. For all these years, she had been blaming herself for failing to hold her second daughter firmly and causing that child to fall into the sea. Although she was only in her forties, her hair was already grey compared with her peers.