Mo Yan glanced over and then averted her gaze. She felt somewhat thirsty, but as she picked up the teacup, she put it down again, increasingly unable to stomach the smell in the room.
Without a word from Mo Yan, Zhao Dafu and his four sons did not dare to speak rashly, standing silently to one side, their hearts filled with extreme annoyance towards the three people kneeling on the ground.
They recognized all three individuals as they were among the fifty tenant households in Chen Family Village, the most violent agitators against the relinquishing of their lease. Not only had they caused a commotion, but they had also incited others, and if not for the village leader's nephew Chen Xue keeping things in check, these three might have instigated others to join them in a fight.
Zhao Dasha was restless, looking around from one person to the next, no longer interested in his favorite pastries, furrowing his brow, and his face displaying a childlike perplexity.
