Aunt Jun's voice became a little steadier as she said, "Put down the pomelo leaves and rub my back with your hands instead."

"Xiong Laosan is really unlucky. People are lining up to sue him every day. Some people are saying that you brought down Xiong Laosan. These days, people have been delivering vegetables and meat to our door. I don't know what to do."

"I was wondering why those gossipy old ladies in our neighborhood still greeted us when we came back."

So that's what's happening.

In the past, we were lucky enough if the old ladies didn’t spit at us.

What they said before was unpleasant, saying that Aunt Jun was a prostitute.

He also said that there was something unclear between us, and that Aunt Jun might get pregnant one day.

"Aunt Jun! This can be considered a blessing in disguise for us, right?"

Aunt Jun pushed me hard and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I'd rather let them continue to smear us than have you have anything to do with them."

"Hehe!" I laughed foolishly, making Aunt Jun grin as well.

"Also! Xu Yiting returned the motorcycle keys."

"What's wrong? She doesn't want to make money anymore?" This is unlike her. She wants to do that with me just to make an extra ten dollars.

Now that we have given her all the Internet cafes in Dinghai, why doesn’t she do it?

"She didn't look very well, and I didn't have the heart to ask because of your problem."

"Hey? What's wrong with you? Why do you have so many blisters?"

Aunt Jun put her hand on my waist, and I felt a tingling sensation there.

"Let me see if there's anything in there."

"Hey, hey? Aunt Jun, please stop pulling my pants."

Aunt Jun didn't care about me and immediately pulled down her shorts.

My face turned red.