Zhang Shuguang, a struggling author from the 21st century, spent years staying up late writing. He finally died from overwork and became a member of the transmigration army.
However, Zhang Sh...
Zhang Xiangnan stopped the car and let Zhang Xiangyang and his wife get in.
"Yingying has been settled. I'll go back now so I can work in the afternoon."
Tian Sulan sat in the back row next to her elder sister.
"With so many people at home, why do you need to rush back so quickly?"
This is what kind people are like, they are afraid of making the other person feel uncomfortable.
"The main thing is that I have to go back. I have things to do in the team!"
Zhang Xiangyang took the initiative to take responsibility and ended the topic.
When Zhang Shuguang arrived home, the jeep was parked at the door and no one was at home.
When I went around to the back, I found out that my eldest aunt's family insisted on helping with the work. My grandparents were also there, talking to them.
After lunch, Gu Hansong took his two sons to the back again. Zhang Xiangnan and Zhang Shuguang understood their feelings and did not stop them.
"Grandpa and grandma, I think Zhang Yuejiao will come to our house again tomorrow to make trouble. You two elders should be mentally prepared."
Zhang Shuguang's words made everyone's faces darken, and the originally lively atmosphere instantly turned cold.
"Grandson, did you see her in the county town?"
The old lady looked calm, and there didn't seem to be much in the air inside.
"I didn't see her, but I saw her husband Liu Jinshui. It seems he owed someone a gambling debt, so he was blocked by a group of people in an alley and beaten.
When he was begging for mercy, he said that his uncle had returned from the army and loved his sister the most. He said that as long as his wife went back to her parents' home, she would definitely be able to bring money back.
After saying that, Zhang Shuguang stared at Zhang Xiangnan, waiting to see his reaction.