As Hu Xiaobei was waiting expectantly, Feng Junjun, who was standing beside him, also heard the increasingly close sound of hurried footsteps.
She knew that obviously someone was approaching.
"Could it be Mengmeng?"
Thinking this, Feng Junjun looked ahead with particular seriousness.
Very soon, Feng Junjun realized she was right!
It really was Mengmeng.
But at this moment, it wasn’t just Mengmeng walking over by herself.
Beside Mengmeng, there was also a woman with a face as cold as water.
The woman’s expression was grim, looking especially terrifying...
"Truly frightening!"
Muttering this, Feng Junjun again looked towards Mengmeng, and she noticed Mengmeng had her head lowered, seeming a bit downcast.
"What’s wrong?"
Surprised, Feng Junjun scrutinized more carefully and discovered that Mengmeng’s face and eyes were red, evidently from crying earlier.
"What exactly happened? When she left earlier, wasn’t she fine?"
Frowning, Feng Junjun murmured with some distress.
For Mengmeng, she had a particular fondness, so seeing her aggrieved, she felt especially heartbroken.
...
At this time, Mengmeng, who was walking with her head down, saw her mother stop.
"What’s wrong?"
Mengmeng lifted her head in surprise and saw Hu Xiaobei and Feng Junjun standing not far away, looking at her.
At that moment, she excitedly exclaimed, "You came so quickly? Has it already been revived?"
After saying this, Mengmeng looked enthusiastically at the woman with the grim expression and explained earnestly, "Mom, let me introduce you, these are the people I sought help from this time. Now that they’re here, that must mean it has been revived."
"Is that so?"
With a nonchalant and eerie smile, the woman turned to look at Hu Xiaobei, who was about her daughter’s age.
For some reason, she felt a particularly dangerous aura emanating from Hu Xiaobei.
Honestly, young people like Hu Xiaobei she generally wouldn’t pay much attention to because they’re just too young.
But now, she had to take him seriously because she realized this young man was completely different from others she had met before.
Hu Xiaobei glanced at Mengmeng and smiled lightly, "As for it, I’ve almost finished treating it!"
He said this and then looked at the woman, "You’re Mengmeng’s mother? The cultivator of that pot of plants, right? I’d like to have a chat with you. Do you mind finding a place to talk with me?"
"To be honest, I do mind! You are not welcome here, please leave immediately."
She gave Hu Xiaobei a glance and spoke coldly.
She couldn’t see through Hu Xiaobei at all...
For this reason, she didn’t intend to continue interacting with him.
In her view, if she continued her interactions with him, it would only bring trouble to herself.
Hu Xiaobei heard her words and smiled faintly, "We’re friends of Mengmeng too, isn’t it a bit rude to just drive us away like that?"
"Are you refusing to leave?"
Seeing her frown, Hu Xiaobei shrugged, "I wouldn’t say that! It’s just that it’s hard to come across a peer, so of course, I want to have a good conversation."
"Peer? You’re a Chinese Medicine practitioner too?"
"Yes, if I weren’t, I couldn’t have diagnosed the issue with that pot of plants, right?"
"That’s indeed the case!"
She remained silent for a second, her gaze beginning to flicker...
Hu Xiaobei knew she was hesitating...
But he wasn’t worried at all...
Because everything was within Hu Xiaobei’s control.

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