Zhao Tianlei was not at home, afraid of Yun Xiaoxiao, a young wife?
In her eyes, dealing with Yun Xiaoxiao, this little wife, was all too easy.
She had to make her regret daring to hit her son.
She had to make Yun Xiaoxiao tell the Public Security that she seduced her own son, not that she came to steal.
What a beautiful thought.
Yun Xiaoxiao opened the door and saw before her an old person with high cheekbones, a somewhat hunched back, about one meter fifty-five tall, with quite a bit of white hair at the temples, wearing clothes, trousers, and shoes that were patched up.
Mrs. Wang did not expect Yun Xiaoxiao to suddenly open the door, which brought her yelling to an abrupt halt.
Mrs. Wang and her two granddaughters were stunned for a moment when they saw Yun Xiaoxiao; this beautiful comrade was Yun Xiaoxiao.
It's not surprising for Yun Xiaoxiao; she hadn't been in the village long before marrying Zhao Tianlei, and afterward, she rarely worked in the fields.
