All of them are nothing but selfish villains, vying for their own interests, and it was only a matter of time before things turned sour. Xuexue just smiled and did not speak further.
"Wow! These melons are growing in abundance, how splendid, how delightful." Mo Xiaoqiang glanced over the field unintentionally and saw the fruits that could not be hidden; his eyes sparkled with excitement.
Mo Xiaoqiang jumped into the field, gazing at a field full of watermelons as if in a dream, turned his head, and said to Xuexue, "Xuexue, would it be alright if Dad picked some to take home and eat?"
Xuexue turned her face away, dismissively stating, "Dad, it's shameful that you, a farmer, would waste crops like this."
Mo Xiaoqiang looked bewildered, "How is Dad wasting crops then?"
"These are still just melon buds, they haven't grown up, and you want to eat them? Isn't that wasting crops?"
