"Back then, I met Third Aunt Yang's mother once, when I had just been picked up by Ya Tu. I happened to see the Yang Family's true colors at the Lin Family's place, helping themselves to food and taking things. They seemed like they wouldn't be satisfied until they'd taken the last grain of rice from the Lin Family," Grandpa said.
With such a character, how could they possibly stop when they see an advantage? Only the suppression by force would be the best choice, but it was best not to let the Lin Family know about this matter. They should just quietly handle it themselves.
"Hehe."
Hearing Sui Zimo's words, Lin Caisang couldn't help but laugh.
To make her usually calm Brother Molian remember them so vividly, the Yang Family must really be extraordinary.
"Alright, then you go ahead and do it. I'll just watch from the side," she nodded.
...
On Manghuang Mountain.
From afar, the crying of a child could be heard.
