Yi Mu frowned. Who would come knocking on his door at this time?
Chunlan had no relatives in the village. The voice sounded familiar. After thinking about it for a moment, her face suddenly turned pale.
"Don't open the door!"
"It's the village chief."
Chunlan's voice rang out almost simultaneously with Xie Tuoyu's.
Upon receiving these two pieces of information, Yi Mu's gaze toward the wooden door suddenly held a deeper meaning.
The four people in the courtyard, except for Li Qi, all stood still and showed no intention of opening the door.
Li Qi struggled to his feet, but he was a weakling. Xie Tuoyu's kick had crippled him, and he couldn't stand up for a while.
However, he dared not speak, because Xie Tuoyu was there.
The knocking grew more urgent; it seemed the village chief was losing his patience.
Yi Mu looked at Xie Tuoyu, "What should we do?"
Xie Tuoyu couldn't come up with a solution in a short time, but one thing was certain.
He walked up to Chunlan and told her firmly, "No matter what the village chief says later, you can't compromise on anything. We've got your back, and we'll support you."
Chunlan opened her mouth, and Yi Mu stepped forward. His voice was soft but firm: "Don't be afraid."
In the years that Chunlan has lived to this day, what she has seen most is the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak and the strong bully the weak.
She was the weaker party.
But today, some people say they will support her from behind. Can she really believe that?
Xie Tuoyu walked to the door, turned around and looked back. Yi Mu nodded.
The door opened, revealing a cunning face.
The village chief was not tall, at most 165 cm, short and stocky like a potato, but he did not look sturdy, and his small eyes gleamed with cunning.
Two burly men followed behind him, their faces fierce as they glared at Xie Tuoyu and Yi Mu.
The three people went into the courtyard, and the door was locked from the inside again.
This posture suggests an attempt to downplay the issue, making it seem like a trivial matter, or even nothing at all.
The village chief glanced at Li Qi on the ground, ignoring the pleading look in his youngest son's eyes.
He walked up to Xie Tuoyu, his feigned friendliness vanishing completely, leaving only unfathomable scheming.
“I felt like I recognized you when I first saw you, Sang’s helper, but I forgot about you because something came up.”
Yesterday I went to a meeting in town and saw a document with your photo on it. Can you guess what the title below it was?
Xie Tuoyu's expression changed slightly.
The village chief chuckled twice, expressing his admiration in a sarcastic tone.
"What have we done to deserve the president of Hengjun to condescend to work as a lowly laborer here?"
Yi Mu frowned; his identity had been exposed.
Xie Tuoyu disappointed the village chief. His expression was indifferent, and there was even a smile on his lips.
Xie Tuoyu clapped.
"I thought we could hold out a little longer. The village chief is indeed the village chief; he's very perceptive. I admire him!"
The two exchanged forced compliments for a while, until the village chief was the first to lose his composure.
The village chief glanced at his good-for-nothing youngest son at his feet and smiled broadly.
“Look at my youngest son, he’s a useless person.”
My family doesn't expect him to be successful; we just hope he can marry, have children, and live a peaceful life. Mr. Xie, won't you give this old man some face?
Xie Tuoyu shook his finger. When he became serious, he exuded an imposing aura without anger, and his entire demeanor became very oppressive.
"How can you say your son is a useless person? If he's useless, how could he force a girl to have sex and barge in during broad daylight? He's utterly shameless."
The steps that the village chief had set up for each other to take down were kicked over by Xie Tuoyu.
He was determined to break off relations, and the village chief also became unfriendly.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Chunlan tightly clasped her hands together.
Just then, the child in the house came out barefoot, carrying a pillow, and called out in a clear voice, "Sister!"
The village chief looked over, and in a short while, an idea came to mind.
Chunlan turned around, wanting to hug her younger brother.
"Chunlan, your little brother is four years old this year, right?"
Chunlan stopped in her tracks, her body stiffening like a piece of wood.
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