The sudden stuttering and the inability to recall a few words made Aunt Yang's howling noticeably weaker, but it did not prevent the members from hearing her doubts about Mo Yutong's identity.
His hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists. Yan Mingli could tolerate them framing and slandering him, but he could not tolerate them randomly bringing up the little girl.
Seeing that he was frowning and veins were bulging on the back of his hand, Mo Yutong quickly glanced at him, signaling him not to be impulsive and that she would handle it.
After being comforted by the little girl, Yan Mingli nodded imperceptibly, silently retracted his foot that was about to step forward, straightened his back and stood quietly in place.
"Uncle Wei." Yan Mingcheng, eyes full of worry, couldn't help but look at the shadow beside him.
"Don't worry, your sister is very capable!" Wei Zhengmao leaned over and whispered in his ear.
Yan Mingcheng nodded heavily, and a firm ideal of life was established in his young mind.
He wants to listen to his sister, learn a lot of knowledge, and become as capable as his sister when he grows up.
This tiny seed sown in Yan Mingcheng's heart is rapidly absorbing nutrients and growing madly towards the light.
"Auntie Yang, you dared to slander the educated youth sent to the countryside as the daughter of a capitalist in front of all the members. Then I have sufficient reason to suspect that you have slandered others in the same way before."
"You little whore..." Aunt Yang was about to burst into a curse, but Xiao Chunrong suddenly shouted, "Comrade, your foul language is unacceptable."
"I..." Aunt Yang was full of doubts about Xiao Chunrong's sudden change of attitude.
Aren't the brigade cadres on the side of the poor and lower-middle peasants? Why are they speaking for the five categories of elements again?
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