At that moment, Dong Chun was sitting inside the house, drinking. Sitting across from Dong Changchun was a middle-aged man around fifty, wearing a pair of thick glasses and chewing on a cucumber.
"Dong Chun, what are you afraid of? It's just a stubborn old man, what can he do to you?" The middle-aged man across from Dong Chun took a sip of Erguotou, smirked, and then said to Dong Chun.
"Alas, you're not unaware that old man Lao Liu has a stubborn temper like a mule! Although he has no background, if he keeps making a fuss like this, I'm afraid it's going to lead to trouble!" Dong Chun shook his head at the middle-aged man's words, showing his helplessness as he spoke.
"Let him fuss! Could he possibly fuss his way to the heavens? In Qinghe, it's Big Brother Lai who calls the shots! You needn't be scared, kid; if anything happens, Big Brother Lai will have your back!" The middle-aged man curled his lip, and on a closer look, one could see that his mouth was slightly crooked.
