She yelled at Xiaobao, "Stop crying! If you cry again, I won't give you any food tonight!"

Xiaobao was frightened and cried even louder.

He twisted his body and tried to break free from the woman's arms.

He mumbled, "Mom, Mom... woo woo woo..."

The middle-aged woman picked up the child irritably.

Stuffed it into the arms of the sallow woman next to him.

Then he put his hands on his hips, looked at Song Yiyi and started scolding: "Tell me, what did you do to our darling grandson? Why is she crying like this?! You must have bullied my darling grandson!"

Song Yiyi wanted to roll her eyes.

The thought of being neighbors with someone like this.

She couldn't help but want to roll up her sleeves.

But this time, someone reacted faster than Song Yiyi.

Song Minghui rushed to Song Yiyi and said, "Sister, your child was wandering around outside alone and couldn't speak clearly. My daughter kindly brought her here."

"Why are you turning the tables on me?"

Song Yiyi took the opportunity to take two steps back.

Song Minghui finally had a chance to perform, so of course she gave him a chance.

No, she goes up again.

She actually shared the same opinion with Cen Anguo on this point, that is, no matter how much they quarreled at home, they still had to be united when they went out.

However, Cen Anguo's nature is different and cannot be generalized.

The sallow woman tugged at the hem of the middle-aged woman's clothes, trying to persuade her: "Mom, it's not what you think..."

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged woman screamed, making people's ears hurt. "You idiot, can't you see that my sweet granddaughter is being bullied? Look at her little face, she's crying!"

"You, as a mother, are really worthless. After all, you come from the countryside and are not presentable at all."

Song Minghui said helplessly: "Sister, you are so loud that you scared the child."

The middle-aged woman glared at him, "Is that my grandson or your grandson? You must have bullied my grandson, otherwise she wouldn't be crying like that!"

The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes and quickly looked at the people in front of her.

I don’t know any of them.

Although two of them were wearing green short-sleeved shirts, they looked very light.

Looks to be twenty-five at most.

She remembered that her son said that there were new soldiers coming in and out of the neighborhood recently and they were helping their leaders move things.

The middle-aged woman had something in mind.

They must be a few vain people who took the opportunity to help their leader and brought their families to visit the military family compound.

After all, ordinary people can't live in this place.

The middle-aged woman's eyes darted around very quickly, and she quickly stretched out her hand towards Song Minghui: "Pay me money!"

Song Minghui is not a pushover either.

He had seen many unreasonable men and women in the countryside, and he immediately said, "Why? You're blackmailing me!"

The middle-aged woman immediately started yelling, "Guo Zheng! Guo Zheng! Someone hit your son and is trying to hit your mother. Come out and take a look. Arrest them and let everyone judge for themselves."

Song Minghui was still arguing with her: "Sister, you need evidence when you speak. This is your daughter-in-law, right? She was watching from the side, and we didn't even touch you."

"We kindly sent the child home. Ask the child yourself if we touched her."

"Also, your child is a girl. Why do you keep yelling about her? Are you crazy about her?"

"I'm telling you, times have changed. Boys and girls are equally good. Thinking like that is unacceptable."

"Also, what's wrong with rural people? Your son is a soldier, and you look down on the people?"

"I'm telling you, favoring sons over daughters and looking down on the masses are both wrong. I need to explain this to you first..."

Song Yiyi laughed as she listened.

Song Minghui finds it particularly fun to argue with others. He doesn't care how the other party howls and just keeps saying what he wants to say.

It's just like Tang Monk brainwashing people.