C117 Probe

Weng Xinyun didn't know what to ask. She thought for a long time before she asked, "Was your daughter married?"

The shoemaker was named Ma and his daughter was buried seven days ago. His expression was dejected as he casually smoked a dry cigarette.

"Yes." "It was just confirmed not long ago. The betrothal gifts have all been delivered, but the person is gone." the horseshoer said weakly