"His father, don't talk nonsense. Shitou isn't that kind of person. Shitou, tell your father you promise you don't have such intentions," the old lady was unwilling to give up.
Wang Yan went to the backyard with his head down and did not leave a definitive word before he left.
The old lady, seeing her son walk away like this, couldn't help but feel puzzled and asked Old Man Wang.
"Do you think Shitou's silence means he actually has these thoughts?"
Old Man Wang squinted his eyes, put the dry tobacco pipe to his mouth, and took a harsh drag, the smoke rings he exhaled were hazy, obscuring his expression from the old lady's view.
