Aside from the chirping of cicadas, there was nothing else to be heard on the road.
Suddenly, Wang Ermazi heard what sounded like people talking over the grove of trees. He frowned and quietly moved closer.
Then he saw Sun Jiarou squatting on a rock, crying. Han Xiaoyu looked at her with a gloomy face and asked, "I'll ask you one last time, where are the things?"
“I don’t know,” Sun Jiarou said. “I couldn’t even think of where to dig. You know my parents have been telling me to get in touch with that guy in the city these past few days.”
"I'm so sick of looking at his ugly face every day. It's one thing if you don't care about me at all, but you're here questioning me."
Don't you know how I feel about you?
As she said this, Sun Jiarou's tears fell again.
The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt.
Ever since Han Xiaoyu failed to bring money to propose marriage, her family's attitude towards her has changed drastically.
Not only did her parents disregard her wishes and find her a boyfriend from the city, but that boyfriend was also five or six years older than her.
He's supposedly the son of the factory manager of a textile factory, and he looks much uglier than Han Xiaoyu.
Once, the factory manager's son took the opportunity of driving her home to try to hold her hand, which disgusted her so much that she couldn't eat dinner that night.
She absolutely cannot marry him!
Otherwise, how will she live the rest of her life?
Moreover...
“I’m already yours,” Sun Jiarou raised her eyes, looking at Han Xiaoyu with a pitiful expression. “If I had money, would I not go to my house to propose marriage to you?”
As Wang Ermazi listened to their conversation, his gaze lingered on Sun Jiarou and her face for a moment. Then, as if he had thought of something, he rubbed his chin a few times with his index finger.
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