The sound was clearly coming from outside.
Seeing the person about to open the door, Jiang Mingyi grabbed Gu An'an's arm, "It has nothing to do with us."
It's better to mind your own business when it comes to things outside the courtyard walls.
Gu An'an couldn't help but laugh, "Do you think someone could have been injured outside our house in the middle of the night?"
The moonlight was perfect after the snow. When Jiang Mingyi saw that smile as bright as the moon, he was momentarily dazed. He seemed to have never thought that Gu An'an was so beautiful.
“…Maybe.” Gu An’an, who had been keeping her voice down, suddenly raised it. “Maybe it was some petty thief who came to our village to rob and plunder and accidentally fell off the courtyard wall. Yi’er, go and check if the petty thief has any money on him. If he finds any, it’s ours.”
Jiang Mingyi: "..." He deliberately pretended to be greedy for money, but I really don't know how many faces Gu An'an has.
However, the commotion outside suddenly increased, indicating that they had heard their conversation.
Jiang Mingyi realized he had been too cautious, so he quickly opened the door and chased after the person who was running out, grabbing the shoulder of the person.
The young man twisted his wrist, forcefully turning the man around. When he saw the face, Jiang Mingyi exclaimed in surprise, "Second Uncle, it's you!"
Jiang Lao Er wished he had a stick in his hand to knock this brat unconscious. He felt like his legs were going to break, his shoulders were going to be dislocated, and he felt terrible all over.
Jiang's second son remained expressionless. "I... I couldn't sleep, so I came out to look at the moon."
Nobody would believe that.
Just as Jiang Mingyi was about to question him further, he suddenly heard a voice from behind him, "Yi'er, move aside, I need to say something to your second uncle."
What's the point of talking to this person?
But Jiang Mingyi still made way for him, realizing that Jiang Yonghai had broken his leg and couldn't run away.
Jiang Lao Er looked at his sister-in-law walking towards him, and for some reason, he thought of his own mother's ordeal. "Gu An'an, what are you trying to do? I'm telling you, don't do anything rash..."
A dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and a dull pain shot through the back of his head. Jiang Lao Er collapsed onto the snow.
Gu An'an put away her entrenching tool and earnestly told Jiang Mingyi a principle—
"There's really no point in talking to this kind of person; fists are the best weapon."
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