When Liu, the shopkeeper, heard this, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he angrily interrupted him: "Don't you go speaking up for that lazy good-for-nothing! If he had even a third of your eyesight, we would be burning incense for him. Yesterday, if it weren't for you bailing him out, who knows what kind of mess he would have caused It's just because his father and I are old acquaintances...",After turning several corners, the path became increasingly rugged, yet Yang Ge's footsteps grew lighter. The heavy tricycle felt as light and nimble in his hands as a wisp of incense.,Yang Ge was confused and patted his hands as he walked over.。