"Get out!" Mancang shouted angrily. His son was getting cocky. He was so old, but he was like he hadn't been weaned.

The third brother… “What? I just miss my mom.”

"What the hell, you can't even take care of yourself, get lost"

Wu Zhiqiu ignored the father and son. The third son felt itchy all over if he didn't get slapped every few days.

Old man Guan laughed and said, "If you don't beat your son, he won't become a useful person. When it's time to do it, do it."

The third child... it's not enough that his father bullies him. This old man lives under someone else's roof and has no sense of self-awareness. He even complains when his worn-out cotton shoes come apart.

"Have you found your son's spouse? Why are you still hanging around in my house?"

Xiaoyu's gaze immediately fell on Old Man Guan.

Old man Guan quickly jumped up and covered the third child's stinky mouth. How could he say such things in front of a child?

The third brother dodged and said, "Old man, you dare to do it but you don't dare to take responsibility for it. Sooner or later, you will know it. You are disrespectful to the elderly, shameless, and dishonest..."

A kick on the buttocks made the third brother stagger. Mancang could no longer bear it. This kid is full of nonsense.

"Yes, beat him to death. Let him stop talking nonsense and not respect his elders. Mancang, you should take care of the child!" Old man Guan was smoking a cigarette.

Mancang... The child has grown up and is hard to control. I can’t sew up his broken mouth.

The third brother was beaten so hard that he screamed and howled. The slum, which had been peaceful for so many days, became lively again.

Zeng Laixi, Da Laba, Aunt Liu, and Uncle Ge all came to watch the fun.

The third brother...why is he so unpopular? Why is there no one to stop the fight?

Everybody is looking forward to his return, so there will be something fun to watch. It would be strange if they tried to stop a fight. It would be best if they could have a mixed doubles match between men and women.

After dinner in the evening, everyone watched TV for a while. No one mentioned the purchase of goods. The family didn't know what each family was thinking, and they didn't care.

Before going to bed at night, Wu Zhiqiu called the third brother to his room.

The third child went over happily. It must be because his mother missed him and wanted to be closer to her eldest son.

"Mom, you've lost weight these days while I was gone. Are you thinking about me?"

Wu Zhiqiu rolled his eyes at the third brother and said, "Sit down, I want to tell you something."

The third child sat down next to Wu Zhiqiu and pressed Wu Zhiqiu's shoulders. "Mom, what's the matter?"

"You are not a child anymore, so you should be more restrained. Think before you speak. Uncle Guan is very old, and he is just a generous person. He won't argue with you. Xiaoyu is a sensitive child, and she doesn't know the inside story at first sight. You feel good when you say those words, but what does the child think?" Wu Zhiqiu called his youngest son over to give him a few words of advice. The child has been having too much fun lately, building a house by the sea and having a great time.

The third child smiled awkwardly and said, "Mom, I know I was wrong. I won't make such jokes next time."

"You can't joke with him calling you his brother when he's that old. You should show some respect."

The third child said in a depressed tone, "I know, Mom."