In this room, apart from Suizi, no one thought Yu Jingting was innocent.
The villagers felt that even if he didn't do this particular deed, his past "glorious records" were enough to peg him as the most notorious rogue in Wang Family Alley, a reputation that didn't waver for decades.
Yu Jingting fixed his shiny eyes on the crowd one by one.
These guys made his wife cry, and he remembered every single one of them. Tomorrow, he'd go after them with his slingshot, aiming for their windows.
Boss Yang squatted painfully at the door, clutching his head, muttering to himself.
"It's over, it's over, my kang is going to collapse."
"Yang, what are you doing here? Where did they stop performing The Bund?" the village chief sauntered over, also coming to watch TV.
At the mention of The Bund, Boss Yang's lips quivered, his nose soured, and he almost burst into tears.
"Screw The Bund!"
Boss Yang did not dare to provoke the alley rogue, so he vented his anger on the TV show instead.
