Jiang Dongling’s smile deepened. He lowered his head and kissed her: “Such a good girl. What good deed does Guo’er want me to do?”
Cheng Jing thought about the electronic voice’s words “Sincerity is key” and said: “You decide for yourself, I’ll just follow and watch.”
If his actions met the system’s requirements, there would definitely be a prompt. Cheng Jing planned to follow him closely to understand what good deed the system wanted.
Jiang Dongling did not hesitate, thought for a moment, and quickly made a decision: “Let’s go.”
The small car left the courtyard and drove into the snowflakes for about half an hour before stopping in a village.
When the cluster of low, thatched-roof houses appeared before her eyes, Cheng Jing almost thought she had seen wrong.
Jiang Dongling got out of the car first, opened the passenger door, holding an umbrella with one hand and reaching out to help her unbuckle her seatbelt: “Get out.”
Cheng Jing kissed him on the cheek, let him unbuckle her, and then held his arm to get out.
“You’re going to do a good deed here?”
Cheng Jing found it hard to believe. She never expected him to drive directly to the countryside.
“Shh,” Jiang Dongling adjusted her cloak, “Trust me, I will definitely do what I promised you.”
Cheng Jing followed him towards the thatched houses with half-belief, thinking he couldn’t possibly just be bringing warmth to the villagers.
Jiang Dongling did not keep her waiting long.
Several children ran out of the house, saw them, and immediately ran back inside.
Shortly after, an old grandmother came out.
The elderly woman looked to be around seventy, walking unsteadily, her cloudy eyes looking at them with wariness and confusion.
Other households also began to come out, but no one recognized them.
Cheng Jing blinked, unable to follow Jiang Dongling’s train of thought.
Jiang Dongling’s facial features were stern, wearing a military uniform and exuding an unapproachable aura that immediately intimidated everyone.
The children were also scared and huddled inside the house.
Jiang Dongling’s lips curved slightly, softening his demeanor, “Excuse me, is this Li Mu’s home?”
“Do you know Li Mu? Do you know where he is?” The elderly woman’s eyes lit up at the name, quickly stepping forward and asking anxiously.
