"Mm-hmm!"
Lin Tian nodded vigorously.
Zhou Xinlan no longer doubted that Lin Tian was out carousing in the county town last night, and said with a smile, "You really worked hard. Are you hungry? I'll make you something to eat."
"I haven't had breakfast yet. Little Aunt, just make me some noodles or whatever. I'll just fill my stomach and eat more at lunch," Lin Tian said.
"Okay, I'll cook you some egg noodles."
After saying this, Zhou Xinlan was about to head to the kitchen.
Suddenly remembering that he hadn't mentioned Zhang Daqiang's retaliation to Zhou Xinlan, Lin Tian went on to say, "Little Aunt, that bastard Zhang Daqiang went to my workshop last night to cause trouble again. He splashed a big bucket of red paint on the door of my factory, just like blood."
"What?" Zhou Xinlan's face instantly turned very ugly.
