After making a phone call to his buddy,
within an hour, Lin Zhuangguo appeared at the entrance of the village driving his Toyota, followed by a truck carrying a small excavator.
The disposal of the dead chickens was straightforward; they simply found wasteland, dug a pit to bury them, and then sprinkled quicklime powder over the top.
"Brother, don't look so worried, you should be happy. If we catch the person who poisoned them, you'll receive compensation," Lin Zhuangguo consoled him.
"Lin Zhenghui, don't be like this. What's done is done, so now the issue is how to solve the problem, not that making a long face will solve anything," Xuewei said, not wanting to see him so heartbroken.
For some reason, seeing his sorrowful expression hurt her too, filling her with an inexplicable sadness.
Lin Wan'er felt the same, not knowing how to comfort him.
"I'm fine; I'm just struggling to accept this reality for a moment," Lin Zhenghui assured her, noticing her concern.
