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This damned woman, go back to where you crawled out from!
They were discontent with Yang Hongxing sitting down, yet they were curious about what she came to do.
So, nobody directly drove Yang Hongxing away, instead they watched her with quite peculiar gazes.
Tang Huai held a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, tilted his head, and looked at Yang Hongxing.
Yang Hongxing picked up the wine jug and filled Tang Huai's empty cup to the brim, her previous rage and hatred replaced by a smile, "Tang Huai, Aunty San had lost her composure just now, yelling at you like that. Here, allow me to apologize to you, to make amends. After you drink this cup, let's laugh off our grudge, alright?"
Tang Huai watched Yang Hongxing with a smile, innocently, "Alright."
Then, he drank this cup with Yang Hongxing.
The villagers at the same table all worried for Tang Huai; the child seemed naive, but they didn't expect him to be so foolish.
