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It turned out that Zhao Xiaohu's sheep had fallen ill.
He had seen the veterinarian several times, but instead of getting better, the situation had gotten increasingly severe, and it looked like they could die at any moment.
Today, while herding the sheep, he saw from a distance Wu Xingxing's mother spraying the fields and a scheme popped into his head.
He knew the Wu family undertook construction projects and had money.
So he deliberately drove his eight sheep into Wu Xingxing's family's field, then carried dead sheep over to demand money.
But no matter how well he thought his plan through, it backfired.
He hadn't expected the police to see through him at a glance.
"You scoundrel, you really are capable of anything!" Suddenly, an elderly man burst out from the crowd, giving Zhao Xiaohu a harsh slap across the face.
The slap was so resounding that even Li Qing felt his own face sting.
"Who's that?" Li Qing whispered to Wu Xingxing.
