Several minutes had passed, and faint cries and curses could be heard from the village.
Sun Dazhang's face was beyond livid.
With a cold sneer, Qiao Qingyu pushed through the crowd and said to Uncle Qiao, "Uncle, let's go to the county town."
Qiao Zhiyuan's face also looked terrible, as he had no idea people were still speaking ill of her, considering these matters resolved long ago.
Little did he know, it had been over half a year and the first time Qingyu returned home, she was blocked at the village entrance. This was a direct affront to him, Qiao Zhiyuan.
Born in the Qiao Family Team, he had been here for more than fifty years, and to end up in such a situation, he might as well have jumped into the river.
As a man, he didn't hold much hatred for a woman; it was mostly some gossipy old women, but today, he truly felt hatred towards these few women.
