Without even glancing at Feng Tiezhu, he grabbed his collar with one hand and awkwardly walked forward.
Feng Tiezhu stood still, lost in thought as he watched Liu Meihua's strange movements. He felt as if he had seen that figure somewhere before.
He was still thinking about this question even after he got home.
Suddenly, he saw his wife, heavily pregnant, carrying water at the door again.
He quickly took a big step, picked up the bucket, and held it in his hand.
"Didn't you say I'd handle these things? If Mom finds out, she'll scold me again."
Tang Lingling, with her pregnant belly sticking out, said nonchalantly, "I'm not going to tell my mother! The water tank at home is empty, and I'm the only one at home with nothing to do, so it's just a quick fix."
"By the way, how is Qinghe?"
After pouring out the water, Feng Tiezhu placed the bucket under the eaves.
He reached out and touched Tang Lingling's pregnant belly, which was the size of a watermelon.
"Don't worry, she's fine now. She should be able to go home in the next day or two."
Tang Lingling's eyes lit up with joy: "That's wonderful!"
"Qinghe is frail; I wonder what she suffered this time..."
Suddenly, Feng Tiezhu, who was standing to the side, had a flash of inspiration and finally realized why that figure seemed familiar.
The homeless man who hit him yesterday afternoon…
He was surprised.
But the person from yesterday was dressed in rags and was filthy; he didn't seem to match Liu Meihua at all.
But Er Gou's wife really did only come back yesterday.
However, she and Wen Qinghe were both sent-down youth.
And since they were both women, he couldn't understand why there was such great hostility that it would drive her to do such a thing.
"Who are you talking about? Who killed Qinghe?"
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