Taoyuan Village's villagers knew about Xiao Zhengyang's character. He was easy to talk to as long as it didn't involve offending his family. It was natural for him to have a temper when people were openly slandering his daughter's name.
At Taoyuan Village, other than the village chief, Xiao Zhengyang's family was the most prominent family.
Xiao Zhengyang was the richest family in the village. Other than that, he had two very knowledgeable children. One of them was a university graduate.
Xiao Zhengyang's words were even, but they carried a severity that could not be ignored.
Some immediately smiled sheepishly and said, "Zhengyang, why are you so serious? We were just joking."
"Yes, yes, we were just joking!"
It was not the right time to offend Xiao Lingyu or Xiao Zhengyang. Xiao Lingyu had just promised to allow the villagers to collect the Little Cattle King's manure. Offending her was no different than shooting their own foot.
