Yu Jingting saw that although he vehemently denied it, his eyes betrayed his guilt.
The fat uncle-in-law was indeed feeling guilty, yet Suizi and her husband heaved a sigh of relief at the same time.
They were only afraid he wouldn't feel guilty. Guilt was good; it meant there was a chance to play on that.
Yu Jingting pinched the fat uncle-in-law's face, intending to frighten him, but was disgusted by the greasy feeling on his fingertips. He flicked his fingers away and didn't forget to sneer:
"Do other families eat rice while yours feeds on pig swill? Has the pig feed from the pig farms all been moved to your place?"
"What, what do you mean?" The fat uncle-in-law was too scared to understand the meaning behind those words.
Suizi translated from the side, "He said, you look greasy like lard."
"Right, right, I'm all greasy. Catching me isn't much fun for you guys, let me go," the fat uncle-in-law implored, attempting to curry favor.
