"Yes, he's so pitiful, we couldn't just not take him in. After all, your wife here is a kind-hearted person," Muniang followed up on Erliang's words, embellishing as she went.
"Mmm! My wife is so compassionate!"
A torrent of curses raced through Jin Feng's mind; he felt as if his lifetime of reputation was utterly ruined.
Zhuzi noticed his pallor and asked with concern, "If you're not feeling well, just let me drive."
Jin Feng squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth, "I'm perfectly fine."
Finally, they arrived at Tupo Village, and Jin Feng was genuinely shocked. He hadn't expected the place to be so dilapidated, with every household living in adobe houses. He had yet to see even one tiled house. What sort of life was the master living?
