"Whose brat is spouting nonsense here? Who's dead? Always blabbering away!"
Xia Zheng crossed his arms and responded from across the shaky broken door of Chen Zhu's house, "Whoever answers is admitting it's their family who's dead! I never named names, yet someone couldn't wait to respond—how laughable!"
Leaving Old man Chen speechless, Xia Zheng took Lin Yuan by the hand and walked towards home, not forgetting to administer a dose of sarcasm to a certain clueless old man, "Such a wonderful woman and you don't know how to cherish her, you deserve it when your house collapses and no one cares! Come on, let's go eat something tasty and spicy with me!"
Old man Chen was so angry he stamped his feet. Although he was blind, his ears were sharp. Xia Zheng had walked quite a distance away, yet he could still hear him talking about his son.
