C322 Chapter 322

Late afternoon.

Wu Gousheng’s fish-fry delivery route had finally reached the end.

Aunt Yuvyi sat on the mule cart, her feet dangling and swinging. “I told you—I wasn’t wrong. Believe me now?”

Wu Gousheng nodded. “Yeah, Aunt Yuvyi, you were right. You’re the smartest!”

He sounded a little halfhearted as he hopped down from the cart.

After dropping off the last batch of fish fry