Tears welled up in Huang Xianxian's eyes as she looked at everyone and prayed with her palms put together.
The child in the house kept crying, making everyone's heart break.
The village chief couldn't help but respond. "Lang'er, we watched you grow up. We'll believe you this time. The child is still young, so we can't bear to separate you. However, if you dare to hurt someone, we won't tolerate you."
Huang Lang'er hugged Huang Xianxian and said gratefully, "Thank you, thank you, we won't hurt anyone."
This matter was over.
When Liu Sanniang woke up, the sky was already bright.
She quickly got up and went out. She got onto a stool and looked at Huang Lang'er's house. Just as she thought, four years had passed. Huang Lang'er's son was already four years old.
