C90 Defense

"Don't worry, Mrs. Qiuhua, you go ahead and take care of your things. I'll handle everything out here."

Seeing Gu Yingchu's bright, sparkling eyes, Mrs. Qiuhua thought it was best never to cross this sharp young girl. She seemed to have a keen, calculating look about her.

Gu Yingchu pulled a burlap sack off the back of her bike. Inside were glass shards she had bought in town for a few cents