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Chapter 78 Han Xinwan's Test

"Yes, team leader."

James then spoke.

Han Xinwan didn't reply. As her car slowly passed the intersection in front of the stall for the nth time, she suddenly said:

"Turn around there, stop for a moment, and I'll get out."

"receive."

James immediately turned on the turn signal, slowly turned the huge SUV around, drove a short distance, and then came to a steady stop on the side of the road.

"No need, you wait here."

He wanted to get out of the car to open the door for the team leader, but Han Xinwan stopped him.

The black car door opened, and the glossy black paint reflected the bright lights of the commercial street.

A long leg clad in dark pantyhose emerged from the car, adorned with black boots. She wore a short black trench coat, and her slightly wavy chestnut-brown hair was swept to one side, cascading down her neck to her chest like a waterfall. This was Han Xinwan's outfit for the evening.

Even though there were hardly any people left on the street, the moment she stepped out of the car, she instantly became the most dazzling star on the entire street—

Customers having late-night snacks at the stall, shop owners about to close their stores, and passersby were all drawn to her, as if the whole world slowed down for two seconds and froze at that moment.

Han Xinwan didn't seem to notice anything. She glanced in the direction of the intersection and then walked straight there, quickly arriving at the stall at the intersection.

"Hello there."

She greeted him casually.

"Hello, what would you like to order?"

As soon as the stall owner saw a customer arrive, he stood up and greeted him warmly.

Han Xinwan smiled and explained:

"I'd like to choose a set of thermal underwear for a man who is 178 cm tall and weighs 120 kg. Do you have any suitable ones?"

The stall owner immediately laughed upon hearing this:

"Of course I do, you wait, I'll find it for you."

Han Xinwan didn't say anything. While waiting for the stall owner to find her some goods, she began to observe the stall owner.

The stall owner was an elderly woman with a thin face and short hair. Although the hardships of life had worn away her appearance and hairstyle, judging from her bone structure, she must have been very beautiful when she was young.

"Here you go, beautiful lady. What do you think? Do you like it?"

She took out several items and placed them in front of Han Xinwan, letting her choose.

Han Xinwan smiled, not in a hurry, and said gently:

"Could I open it and take a look?"

"Sure, no problem."

The stall owner was very enthusiastic, partly due to Han Xinwan's own image; after all, doing business requires being selective about who you meet.

"Hey beautiful, what do you think of this outfit?"

The stall owner skillfully picked up a thermal undershirt and unfolded it for her to examine.

Seeing this, Han Xinwan smiled and said:

"Auntie, to be honest, I don't have much experience buying these kinds of clothes. I don't know much about colors, styles, or sizes. Why don't you help me choose? I'm buying them for a 24-year-old young man. What kind do you think would be suitable for him?"

"Twenty-four..."

Upon hearing this number, the stall owner was slightly taken aback, then asked:

Is it your age according to the traditional Chinese age reckoning (by the Chinese system)?

Han Xinwan said with a smile:

"Anyway, my birthday is just around the corner, and it just passed."

Just finished?

The stall owner paused for a moment, as if pondering something, then quickly said:

"Oh dear, then he must be around 18 years old (by the traditional Chinese age reckoning). Next year is his zodiac year, so of course he should wear red!"

As she spoke, she put down the thermal underwear she was holding and went to get other items, saying as she searched for them:

"Next year is my zodiac year, so it's best to wear a red outfit, along with red socks and red underwear..."

Han Xinwan listened, but only smiled and said nothing. On the surface, she remained gentle and refined, yet a hint of indifference and displeasure flickered in her eyes. She thought to herself:

"His height, weight, age, and even his birthday all correspond perfectly to your son's information. Didn't you react at all when you heard that?"

When the stall owner got up again and brought the goods up, Han Xinwan concealed the sharpness in her eyes and continued to wear that polite smile that could charm everyone.

The stall owner, completely unaware, opened the packaging, took out the thermal underwear, and recounted it with great familiarity:

"Come on, let me tell you, you should buy this one. It's the trendy style right now. Young people don't like those old-fashioned things, but this one is definitely perfect. Plus, it's super comfortable to wear. And it comes with thermal pants, socks, and underwear—it's a complete set..."

Seeing this, Han Xinwan laughed and joked:

"Auntie, you know so much about this place, your son wouldn't actually be this young, would he?"

Upon hearing this, the stall owner laughed, gestured with his hand, and said:

"I have two!"

Han Xinwan feigned surprise and said:

"Two sons? You're setting up a stall here so late, didn't they come to help?"

The stall owner smiled and said:

"My youngest son just started high school. My eldest son is similar to the one you described, but he wasn't good at school and now he can only work as a food delivery driver..."

The moment her eldest son was mentioned, the aunt's smile vanished, replaced by disappointment and coldness. She seemed to recall something unpleasant, and muttered to herself:

"This kid hasn't answered my calls for the past two days, I don't understand what's going on..."

Han Xinwan maintained her professional fake smile and chatted casually:

"Auntie, you can't say that. Delivering food is a legitimate job, and it's very hard work, especially now that the weather is so cold. You have to brave the wind and rain every day, running on the road, and you also have to face all kinds of traffic risks..."

"Ouch..."

The stall owner laughed at this.

"Beautiful lady, I didn't mean anything by it, but I've never met anyone as understanding as you before."

Auntie, don't laugh at me, let's be frank. For example, someone like you, would you be interested in a food delivery guy? Right?

So I know my eldest son's situation best.

"And he originally had a stable job, but he didn't cherish it and insisted on running a food delivery business, sigh..."

In the end, the stall owner's tone was full of helplessness and regret, mixed with dissatisfaction and disappointment with his eldest son. Anyone who didn't know better would think that his son was a very disappointing person.

Upon hearing this, Han Xinwan maintained a smile on the surface, but a hint of displeasure once again surfaced in her eyes.

"You really look down on your eldest son that much...?"

She had checked Xu Lun's financial records and found that almost all the money he earned ended up going to the same person—the stall owner in front of her, Xu Lun's mother.

Following this line of inquiry, she further investigated the overall economic situation of this single-parent family and discovered that Xu Lun's earnings accounted for almost 70% to 80% of the family's total income. It's no exaggeration to say that the family was supported by Xu Lun.