Li Laoda retracted his earlier thought; a little cotton-padded jacket, more like one with holes in it.
The clothes were pulled up even tighter, completely enveloping Li Yiyi's cold little hands, perfectly demonstrating what it means to say one thing but mean another.
"Don't talk nonsense."
The group's nonsense infuriated Zhou Wenzhu. Her past life had been smooth sailing, and she had lived a life of luxury for many years afterward.
When he was hungry, someone brought him food; when he wanted to study, someone helped him. Later, he and Li Fuyi reached the pinnacle of their lives. But when he returned, he faced an even more difficult environment than in his previous life.
To be labeled a thief, Zhou Wenzhu was furious.
“The grain is in the Zhou family’s house, so it belongs to the Zhou family. What does it have to do with you laborers? I can have anything I want, why would I steal your little bit of grain? I don’t even care about it.”
The prosperity of later generations elevated Zhou Wenzhu's ego, dulled his sensitivity, and made him forget that he was no longer the same person he was yesterday.
After speaking, Zhou Wenzhu, still arrogantly waiting for an apology, glanced over and saw Boss Li and Li Yiyi in the crowd.
A hypocritical scoundrel and his sickly daughter.
"You, Li Laoda, come out and explain to me. What I ate before wasn't the production team's grain."
With a flick of her finger, Zhou Wenzhu exuded arrogance.
Being nominated by him seemed like such an honor; the matter-of-fact look on his face stunned everyone.
You couldn't possibly say something like that without years of cerebral embolism!
Li Yiyi was stunned. What if the reborn Zhou Wenzhu was even more brainless than before her rebirth?
The person who suffered the most was her father.
[Dad, when did you become Zhou Wenzhu's lackey?]
Li Laoda: What? Girl, don't you want to listen to what you're saying?
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