"Make way, make way! What's the point of everyone crowding around here? What's the excitement? What's there to see?" Village Chief Ye Canghai let out a cold laugh, pushing his way through the crowd with his wife by his side.
Before he could speak, he saw Mo Wen crawling on the ground like a dog. His face bore wounds as though lashed by sticks, and he seemed to be in as much pain as an old hen laying eggs.
"You? What are you doing here?" Ye Canghai asked, puzzled.
He knew that Mo Wen had been restless at home these past few days. Since the abandoned temple was no longer available for storing herbs, he had demolished the old house next door to stockpile wood for future emergencies.
Logically speaking, he could have made something of himself, achieving success on his own.
So why on earth was he here today? And of all places, in the home of Qin Yue, the woman with the best figure in Wanbao Village.
