Song Yi looked over calmly: "I was too busy and forgot!"

Huang Lin let out a long "oh" and suddenly changed the subject.

"If we hadn't known each other for so many years, I would have thought you didn't want us to come back."

Ma Can noticed that the atmosphere was not right and immediately spoke up to smooth things over.

"Brother Song is usually too busy, so he may have really forgotten. Huang Lin, don't talk so much, it's good that we are back."

Huang Lin looked at Song Yi with a smile on his face, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Don't think that they have been in the United States and don't know what Song Yi is doing in Hong Kong.

Let him dare to let Brother Zongtang down!

"What are you doing standing at the door?" Zhang Xingzu came back from buying vegetables, holding a large shovel for planting flowers in his hand.

I took it from Fang Jizong when I was at the door just now.

Fang Zongtang understood that Huang Lin and Ma Can had been in contact with Song Yi for a long time.

Zhang Xingzu called Huang Lin and Ma Can to go cook.

She then looked at the gifts the two had brought back.

Fang Jizong walked up to his mother reluctantly, lowered his voice, and asked quietly, like a thief: "Mother, are they here to seek revenge?"

Her train of thought was rarely interrupted.

"No, they are here to give gifts."

Fang Jizong looked at the several boxes of things in the room, and he understood something during these days.

The things in the box are very expensive.

"Didn't you cut off their fingers?"

She returned her attention to the bottle, looking at it as she answered, "Yeah, is there a problem?"

Fang Jizong said in a fuss: "You cut off their fingers, don't they want revenge?"

She put the bottle down and picked up another one to look at.

"Even if they want to, they have to be able to beat me!"

Fang Jizong curled his lips and thought, how could my mother think so simply.

Two fists are no match for four hands, and they have more people than you!

"What if they call a lot of people?"

She raised her hand and wanted to hit the child on the head, but she was afraid that it would be like hitting a watermelon and cause him to get shocked. So she changed her hand to hit the arm.

Fang Jizong was so scared that he quickly took two steps back.

"Have you ever seen someone come to seek revenge and give gifts in advance?"

Fang Jizong was startled, his eyes caught a few pieces of paper next to him, and he quickly ran over to take a look.

It was a check. He had seen people handing her checks quite often recently, and he recognized them all.

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, one, two, three, four, five, six, six zeros.

Two.

Still US dollars!

"Mother, were these also sent by them?" Fang Jizong's tone was full of disbelief.

She laughed amusedly as a reply.

Fang Jizong began to fall into delusion again.

Who would give such valuable things and money to someone who cut off his own fingers?

Is there something wrong with a person like this?

During the meal, Huang Lin and Ma Can gave Fang Jizong an answer.

Huang Lin began to recall the past.

"Back then, I was standing by the stone bridge and saw Brother Zongtang coming out of the pawnshop with money. My heart was moved at that moment."

Ma Can quickly corrected: "I was tempted by the money."

Huang Lin: "It was dark that day, and the streets were not peaceful. Brother Zongtang was alone, and he dared to show off his wealth. Isn't this inviting people to rob him?"

Ma Can chuckled and said, “I didn’t expect to run into a tough guy. We were simple-minded at the time and didn’t think carefully. A person who dares to hang out with money in the middle of the night must be either stupid or very capable!”

Fang Jizong: So you think my mother is a fool?

Huang Lin then recalled with a smile: "I discussed it with Ma Can and decided to rob it."

Fang Jizong: You really don’t want to live!