Zhang Xiaowei's expression changed dramatically, and he forcefully pressed down on the brakes.
The village hardly had many people tilling the fields anymore, and these few acres of cornfield outside the village were quite a rare sight.
Looking towards the direction from where the woman's cries for help were coming, the corn rustling loudly, Zhang Xiaowei felt a pang of distress.
This is just too much!
Can't you see our village only has these few acres of cornfield?
If they are all ruined like this, wouldn't others have labored in vain for a whole year?
Cursing in his heart, Zhang Xiaowei hurried towards the swaying section of the cornfield.
A farm vehicle was parked by the road, still loaded with sundry goods like instant noodles.
Auntie Fang!
The moment Zhang Xiaowei saw this delivery truck, he instantly realized.
No wonder he thought the woman's voice sounded so familiar.
It was Zhu Fang!
"I am a hooligan, heh heh!"
