Although it's not noticeable unless you look closely, Cheng Yajun is very concerned about this flaw in his body. If someone stares at him for even a little while, he feels that they are mocking his limp, and then he gets furious.
He often lost his temper for no reason, and people avoided him because they couldn't afford to offend him. Over time, no one in the village wanted to talk to him anymore.
He felt that others looked down on him because of his disability, and his temper worsened, becoming increasingly worse. After more than a year, he had become a nuisance to everyone in the village.
Cheng Yajun pursed his lips and glanced at Cheng Baidong with a sinister look in his eyes, but said nothing.
Sweetie and An'an were a little scared of the uncle who suddenly appeared in front of them. They were laughing and joking around, but now they didn't dare to play anymore. They took a few steps back and hid behind Fang Qiao and Cheng Baidong.
Cheng Baidong didn't bother with Cheng Yajun either; since they had severed ties, they would be strangers if they met again.
He put his arm around Fang Qiao's shoulder, protecting her and the children, and brushed past Cheng Yajun.
Even after walking quite a distance, Fang Qiao was still a little scared and complained to Cheng Baidong, "His eyes were really fierce."
Cheng Baidong rubbed her shoulder and comforted her, "Don't bother arguing with a mad dog."
Fang Qiao nodded, took a few steps forward, and couldn't help but look back again.
Cheng Yajun is no longer there.
Fang Qiao pursed her lips, leaned close to Cheng Baidong's ear, lowered her voice, and whispered, "I just looked at Cheng Yajun's face, and it seems like he doesn't have children yet?"
"Did I see it wrong?"
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