Chapter 324 Snitching

"It was Brother Zhao Hu who said that setting off firecrackers in a cesspool would cause them to explode," Hao Hao retorted, sticking out his neck.

Lu Huailin was so angry that his head was buzzing. Just half a year ago, he was a lovable little angel with a sweet, childlike voice.

Six months later, he became a rebellious little devil; for every word he said, the other party would have ten rebuttals ready to follow.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yihan squatted down and looked directly into Hao Hao's eyes.

He said seriously, "Haohao, what you did was wrong. What if someone happened to be passing by and jumped on them?"

Lu Huailin thought of Lin Zhenhua, covered in blemishes and vomiting uncontrollably, and his eyebrows twitched with anger; he wished he could slap Hao Hao a couple more times.

"I only blew it up when no one was around, unlike Zhao Hu who's so stupid," Hao Hao muttered softly.

Hearing Hao Hao's mutterings, Gu Yihan stood up, looked up at Lu Huailin's ashen face, and hesitated before saying, "Zhao Hu, he..."

She couldn't bring herself to say it, and she didn't know which unlucky person had just happened to be passing by.

Lu Huailin glanced at his wife and nodded slightly, then shifted his gaze to Hao Hao.

He bluntly called him out: "Luckily, I saw this brat pull him, otherwise Lin Zhenhua would have been in even more trouble."

When Gu Yihan heard that the unlucky guy was Liu Yufang's lover Lin Zhenhua, she looked down at Hao Hao, who looked guilty.

"The beating wasn't enough. We should have taken off his cotton pants and let him taste the flavor of bamboo shoots stir-fried with pork."

After saying that, he turned around and went to the kitchen to boil water and cook dumplings.

Hao Hao was dumbfounded, unable to believe that Gu Yihan was abandoning him.

He quickly ran behind the sofa and begged Lu Huailin for forgiveness, "Dad, Dad, I was wrong, I'll never do it again."

Lu Huailin had been arguing the whole way, but his anger had subsided by now.

She glanced up at Hao Hao, pointed at him with a small twig, and warned, "If you dare to throw firecrackers into the latrine again, I'll beat your butt to a pulp."

Hao Hao was so frightened that he quickly covered his little bottom, shaking his head like a rattle drum, and promised, "Daddy, it won't happen again."

Lu Huailin snorted coldly, threw the twig into the yard, and went to wash his hands.

Hao Hao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Lu Huailin had let him go.

Thinking of Zhao Hu, his heart began to bubble.

The two of them blew it up together, but he got beaten up while Zhao Hu didn't. That's not fair.

Hao Hao's eyes darted around. No, good brothers should share both good times and bad.

He craned his neck and saw that Gu Yihan and Lu Huailin were both busy.

She tiptoed out cautiously, hid by the door, and her eyes lit up the moment she saw Zhao Junjie returning from get off work.

He excitedly shouted, "Uncle, Uncle!"

Hearing Hao Hao's voice, Zhao Junjie looked up at him and smiled, "Oh, Hao Hao, is there something you need from your uncle?"

Hao Hao twisted his little body and ran to him, whispering, "Uncle, Brother Zhao Hu blew up the latrine and got Uncle Lin covered in it."

"Uncle Lin's face was extremely dark at the time."

Upon hearing Hao Hao's words, Zhao Junjie's expression suddenly turned cold.

Without thinking twice, I pushed open the courtyard gate and bolted it behind me.

Walking up to Zhao Hu, who was drying firecracker fuses in the yard, he whispered, "Did you blow up the latrine?"

Zhao Hu, unaware that Zhao Junjie was already angry, raised his chubby, round face and asked with a silly grin, "Dad, how did you know?"

Seeing that Zhao Hu showed no remorse for his mistake, Zhao Junjie said coldly, "You even managed to blow someone up?"

"Dad, let me tell you, Uncle Lin is really stupid. He can't even run as fast as Hao Hao and me."

Thinking of Lin Zhenhua's disheveled appearance, Zhao Hu chuckled and said, "I didn't even throw up, but he did."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Junjie's forehead veins throbbed. He scanned the yard with his eyes, and after not seeing the stick, he began to loosen his belt.

Upon seeing Zhao Junjie's actions, Zhao Hu's expression changed, and with a cry of "Ah!" he turned and ran.

He ran while shouting, "Grandma, Grandma! Help! Your grandson is going to be beaten to death!"

Zhao Junjie's hand holding the belt seemed to have eyes; no matter how Zhao Hu ran, it was useless.

Hearing her grandson's wailing from the second floor, Zhang Mei rushed downstairs and shouted, "Zhao Junjie, how dare you hit my grandson!"

Hao Hao peered through the crack in the door, watching Zhao Hu jump around and howl like a banshee, and then giggled.

Hearing Hao Hao's laughter, Zhao Hu guessed that it was Hao Hao who had snitched on him.

She cried and shouted, "Lu Chenhao, you wait, I won't let you get away with this!"

"You dare to threaten people so openly!" Zhao Junjie was furious. This kid had been spoiled rotten by his family.

Zhang Mei quickly stepped forward to block Zhao Hu with her body, glaring at Zhao Junjie, "What did Hu Zi do wrong that made you hit him like this?"

Zhao Hu gripped Zhang Mei's clothes tightly, hopping back and forth between his feet to relieve the pain in his legs.

With tears and snot streaming down her face, she looked up at Zhang Mei and complained pitifully, "Waaah, Grandma, Dad hit me for no reason."

Seeing Zhao Hu's miserable state, Zhang Mei felt heartbroken and turned around to hug him.

Zhao Junjie was amused by Zhao Hu's counterattack: "Your grandson is something else, blowing up the latrine and getting Zhenhua covered in it."

"If it weren't for the good relationship between the two families, they would probably have come knocking on our door by now."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hu's eyes flashed with guilt, and like an ostrich, he buried his head in Zhang Mei's arms.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mei glared at Zhao Hu and said irritably, "It's just blowing up a latrine."

"When you were a kid, you climbed onto roofs, removed tiles, and even blew up latrines. What didn't you do?"

"When have your dad and I ever hit you for this?"

Upon hearing Zhang Mei's words, Zhao Hu's eyes lit up, and he instantly perked up, sticking his little head out.

With red eyes, he retorted, "That's right, like father, like son. I was born of you, so I take after you."

Seeing her son's face growing darker, Zhang Mei quickly covered Zhao Hu's mouth, afraid he would say something "outrageous".

Zhao Junjie's face turned ashen, and he sneered, "I'll show you what it truly means for the upper beam to be crooked, and the lower beam to be crooked too."

When Zhao Hu saw Zhao Junjie's large hand reaching out towards him, he screamed "Ahhh!"

Zhang Mei shoved Zhao Junjie aside, then stepped forward and took the weapon from his hand.

She glanced at him and said irritably, "That's enough!"

"Mom, you've spoiled Tiger so much that he doesn't know his place anymore."

Seeing that Zhao Junjie was relentless, Zhang Mei's expression darkened, and she glared at him.

He said sarcastically, "Have you forgotten when you lit firecrackers as a kid and splattered your dad's butt with golden juice?"

"He hasn't even cleaned up his own mess yet, and he's already trying to lecture others."

After saying that, she ignored Zhao Junjie, who was now bewildered in the wind in the yard, and picked up her grandson and went into the house.