Tian Xiaofeng's face was covered in dirt, his whole body ached, and he lay on Tian Yao's shoulder and cried like a stupid son of a landlord.

Tian Yao suppressed his nausea and cleaned his son's head and face. Only then did he understand why his son was mumbling and inaudible. It turned out that his tongue was swollen and purple, and there was a piece missing from the tip of his tongue. Blood flowed out as his tongue stretched and flexed. Tian Yao was heartbroken and pulled Tian Xiaofeng to Qingshan and Luo Wenyuan in two or three steps.

Tian Yao's face twisted with anger. He pointed at Qingshan and shouted, "You? You are Chen Qingshan?"

Luo Wenyuan slapped his hand that was pointing at Qingshan away, causing Tian Yao to gasp in pain. He thought, "What kind of hand is this? It's as hard as a rock. Who is this guy? Is he the mistress of this little bitch?"

Qingshan put his arm around Wen Yuan and patted his hips. Feeling his muscles tighten suddenly, he felt a surge of joy in his heart and said slowly, "Yes, I am Chen Qingshan. What can I do for you? Why did you kick down my gate?"

Tian Yao was used to being bossy and always pointed his finger when talking to his subordinates, which was very impolite. After being beaten twice today, he finally learned his lesson and didn't dare to use force. However, he felt that without the blessing of One Finger Zen, his arrogance was much lower than usual.

"Why did you hang my son from a tree?"

Qingshan asked him with a confused look on his face: "What are you talking about? What's hanging on a tree?"

Qingshan's soul is thirty-six years old, but if calculated based on the time she has spent in space, her mental age is almost two hundred years old. She is a veritable old witch. Isn't it a piece of cake for her to pretend to be innocent?

Seeing the girl's surprised expression, the onlookers thought Tian Yao had been impulsive and indiscriminate, wrongly accusing her. Fortunately, his punch had missed. The owners, already emotionally on Qingshan's side, began to gather in small groups, whispering to each other and looking at Tian Yao and Tian Xiaofeng with contempt and suspicion.

Tian Xiaofeng's blocked Jianjing acupoint opened up on its own in due time, his blood circulation resumed, and his arms regained feeling. Seeing Qingshan denying his fault, he was anxious to step forward to argue, but was glared at by Luo Wenyuan, who was as majestic as a god in golden armor behind Qingshan. He quickly retracted his foot as if he had stepped on hot coal, grabbed Tian Yao's arm and kept arguing, but could only make vague "woohoo" sounds that no one could understand.

Tian Yao patted his son's hand and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, Xiaofeng. Is there no law in broad daylight? Don't worry, Dad will definitely give you justice!"

After that, he turned around and continued to interrogate Qingshan with a cold face: "Humph! Xiaofeng is hanging at your door, and you dare to say that this matter has nothing to do with you?"

Qingshan looked helpless and a little aggrieved: "I was the one who hung myself in front of my house? What kind of logic is that?"

"How dare you quibble! My son is the victim, and he says you did it!"

"Oh? Why didn't I hear it? Ask him to say it again."

Tian Xiaofeng did as Qingshan said, and said in his unclear accent: "Hiss—ne—ga!"

Although Tian Xiaofeng's tongue was swollen and bleeding, his face was pale, and he was covered in dirt, looking like a weak victim, the onlookers still found his voice inexplicably funny. Some of them even covered their mouths and lowered their heads, looking at his shaking shoulders, probably laughing very hard.

Qingshan spread his hands and said to Tian Yao, "I don't understand a word he said. Do the neighbors here understand?"

Hearing Qingshan's question, several young owners followed suit.

“I don’t understand—!”

"Mr. Tian, ​​you have a big tongue too? We are all the same——!"

"Tian Xiaofeng, take the socks out of your mouth!"

"Hahaha--!"

When Tian Yao heard that the onlookers, instead of helping them, were actually stirring up trouble, and that their words were implicitly siding with Chen Qingshan, he was furious! He shouted viciously behind him, "Shut up the fuck up! Don't you mind watching the fun?"