But later, because of something he didn't do, he became like a rat crossing the street, and everyone wanted to kill him.

Faced with such a gap, Mr. Fu San still cannot accept it and is unwilling to recall it.

He prides himself on being a real man, but he can't even say "What does it have to do with me if they laugh at me?"

Mr. Fu San felt ashamed of himself.

Song Qingci is much more open-minded and magnanimous than him.

"I'm going to cook," Song Qingci picked up the washed snails and crabs, "Go find someone else to play with."

Please don't harm her, thank you.

"I don't want to leave. Others won't play with me." Jin Yue said, "Sister Song, let me help you cook."

"Can you make a fire?"

"Maybe... maybe."

"If the house burns down, is it yours or mine?"

"It's mine." Mr. Fu San strode in.

Song Qingci was so frightened by his sudden voice that he almost threw the basin in his hand away.

People scare people, scare people to death, appear suddenly, like ghosts, which is really scary.

Also, what did he say?

What's his?

Was he eavesdropping on her conversation with Jin Yue?

That Third Master Fu, he knew he...

"Dad." Jin Yue was much more afraid than Song Qingci.

Although he said he was not afraid of being beaten, his body was honest when he really faced the pressure from his father.

The little thing's voice was trembling when he spoke.

"I won't punish you today. I'll give you a day off." Master Fu San said, "Continue studying what you need to learn tomorrow. From now on, you'll have one day off every five days."

Is there such a good thing?

Jin Yue's eyes lit up instantly.

Song Qingci: "..."

Jin Yue, the mountain is so big and there are so many people, you should go find someone else quickly.