Lu Jingzhi's stick had quite the fling in it.
It wasn't until the sun was three poles high that Zhang Xiong finally woke up. He opened his eyes and was met with the intense stares of a group of people.
Before he had a chance to react, a crisp voice came from the side. "He was trying to steal our family's jam, but I caught him."
The man's eyes revealed a hint of confusion through their haziness.
Looking left and right, he tried to figure something out.
But it seemed that the blow had knocked out his intelligence, causing him to lie on his back, as dazed as an overturned turtle, for a full five seconds.
Zhang Qin rushed to him and hugged him, crying, "Are you stupid now? Did that girl hit you stupid?!"
Facing the sudden accusation, Lu Jingzhi whistled leisurely, melodious and soothing, accentuating the two like caged monkeys.
Only then did Zhang Xiong realize that he had been casually dumped at Village Head Yang's doorstep.
He turned his eyes and saw Village Head Yang.
