Under the bewildered gazes of everyone around, Lin Yuan used the tip of her foot to scrape away the mud bricks blocking the stove hole, and then, bending slightly, she pulled out a red, squarely-shaped brick from the opening.
It was a red brick!
After a moment of silence, the villagers erupted in turmoil; as expected, the brick thief was from the Lin family! And it was none other than Lin Yongcheng, who was studying at the town's school!
Lin Jiazhong's old face was utterly disgraced by his two sons today; his chubby cheeks trembled with anger.
Lady Ma had no mind to clean up after her younger son anymore, her incredulous gaze fixed on her older son, her only hope now. How could this happen? How could their home be lacking those few measly bricks? Compared to those worthless bricks, her son's future was of the utmost importance! How could he, without any sense, do something so humiliating?
