After entering the village, Zhang Qi's mouth was covered by a large black tape. She could not say anything and could only look at the passers-by. The passers-by looked away one after another.
In the end, the car stopped in front of a family and drove into the courtyard. Old Madam Zhang chased away the children playing in the courtyard before pulling Zhang Qi out of the car. As soon as Zhang Qi got out of the car, she saw a young man in a wheelchair.
Wang Xin's face was cold. "Mom, I don't need you to buy me a wife. Why do you have to bring her back?" His eyes swept across Zhang Qi, and his eyes were filled with amazement.
Old Madam Zhang laughed and clapped her hands. "Son, listen to me. In the future, give birth to a few fat boys. That's the only way I wouldn't let your father down when I die!" The second son had not started exploring the taste of women. When he had a taste of women, he would know how good they were.
