"It's settled," Liu Fengsheng pointed ahead, saying, "My house is just up ahead not far from here. How about we go there now to make the call, would that be convenient?"
"Convenient, convenient, I've finished making my sales for the day; it's just too much trouble for you all," Fang Pingying quickly nodded.
"What trouble? Sister Fang, why so formal with me? It's just making a call, such a simple thing." After speaking, Xiao Ling pulled Fang Pingying and Luo Honglan forward.
Xiao Ling's house was indeed not far behind the supply and marketing cooperative, and it was the sort of better-quality blue brick house that was not commonly seen at this time, completely whitewashed on the outside, with two stories, resembling a small Western-style building from afar.
