The three people outside the room grew more anxious as they listened, with Zhang Xiuer and Yingtao both clenching their fists tightly, not daring to make a sound.
Among the three, it was actually Saniwa who appeared the most composed. He looked around at the two women and said, "Auntie Yingtao, Auntie Xiuer, don't be afraid. If they dare to rush in, I'll fight them with all I've got!"
Yingtao couldn't help but smile and said, "Saniwa, you are as brave as your Uncle Yang!"
Saniwa, who was growing taller by the day, wasn't much shorter than Yingtao, though he was a bit on the skinny side. From a young age, he had only one idol in his heart—that was Zhao Yang.
He dreamed of being just like Zhao Yang, defiant and independent in the face of the villagers' cold stares, ready to teach a lesson to anyone who dared to gossip or speak rudely.
