“My son, my son…” Sun Fengmei hugged Zhao Wensheng and wept bitterly.

Lu Da spat at the door.

"Hey Lu, what's wrong with the chickens in the yard?" someone called out from inside the yard.

Without even turning around, Lü Datou said, "That chicken was allocated by the brigade. We can't let them take it. Send it to Old Qin's house!"

Qin Zheng's wife is his sister's benefactor, and the benefactor of their whole family.

A few chickens aren't enough!

Lu Da glared fiercely at Zhao Wensheng, whose face was already bruised and swollen on the ground. He put his hands on his hips, pointed his finger, and said, "You, Zhao, I'm warning you, you better get the hell out of here with your mother, or I'll beat you every time I see you!"

Zhao Wensheng was so badly beaten that he could barely open his eyes and couldn't even reply.

Lu Dayi waved his hand and led his brothers who had come to throw things away in a grand procession.

A gust of desolate wind blew by, and Zhao Wensheng's bruised eyelids lifted slightly. He saw a slender figure slowly walking out of his yard, which startled him so much that he opened his eyes instantly.

Ye Yun glanced coldly at Zhao Wensheng, whose face was filled with shock and bruises, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Ye Yun? You little slut, what are you doing here!" Sun Fengmei was also shocked.

Ye Yun only glanced at her indifferently.

Then, she looked at Zhao Wensheng and gave a wicked smile.

"Bye-bye, homeless, daydreaming Boss Zhao~" She waved her hand, turned around gracefully, pulled out her old bicycle from the haystack, and rode away wobblingly.

Ye Yun's departing figure, light and carefree, was so graceful and unrestrained as she rode her old bicycle leisurely away!

Zhao Wensheng almost vomited blood.

"You...you shameless person..."

He stared resentfully at Ye Yun's departing figure, his raised hand trembling uncontrollably with anger, but due to his severe injuries, he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

thump……

He couldn't catch his breath and suddenly collapsed into Sun Fengmei's arms.

...

It was dusk, with the setting sun and a gentle breeze along the way.

As Ye Yun rode her old bicycle home, she heard Qin Xiang'e laughing heartily.

...?

Wasn't she sobbing when she left?

Now, gagaga?