Zhang Xiaowei was speechless and rolled his eyes in persuasion, "Aunt Fang, please don't make a scene. You wait here for me; I'll come find you in a bit."
Zhu Fang, who was already crying unattractively, suddenly paused when she heard Zhang Xiaowei's words.
Zhang Xiaowei couldn't afford to say more and quickly rushed out.
The delivery man walked out of the cornfield and immediately spotted the small electric scooter parked by the roadside.
His face full of rage, he was about to go over and kick the scooter down.
"Try kicking it, I dare you!"
Zhang Xiaowei knew this bastard might retaliate against his scooter, which is why he followed him out.
The man, who had already lifted his foot, was suddenly chilled by Zhang Xiaowei's icy voice and shivered in fear.
Turning around, he glared at Zhang Xiaowei fiercely, then climbed into his vehicle and left in a sorry state.
It wasn't until the farmer's truck was out of sight that Zhang Xiaowei went back into the cornfield.
