Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

Zhang Cuifen thought of her own skinny son, spat at Wang Po, and after withdrawing her hand, she was filled with rage. She looked around, then lay down on the ground and rolled back and forth.

Within two breaths, she was dragged up by Wang Po, and the words she was about to shout were choked back.

"What are you doing? You won't let me lie down on my land? How dare you meddle in other people's business! Let go, are you going to let go or not? Pah pah..."

Mrs. Wang held onto Zhang Cuifen's collar, holding back the spit on her hands. She closed her eyes and then opened them again, her face serious. "Stop talking nonsense and pay me! Otherwise, I'll have my sons tear off your roof and dig up your land."

"Mom! Wang Po, what are you doing? You are bullying my mother. Do you think my mother has no son to support her?" Du Wendong came to find his servant son with a book box on his back. When he suddenly saw this scene, he was so shocked that he shouted angrily.

Zhang Cuifen was so moved that tears welled up in her eyes, "Son..."

"What are you doing?! If you dare to touch a hair on my head today, my four sons and six grandsons... won't let you go!"

Mrs. Wang swallowed her saliva, closed her eyes and threatened Du Wendong loudly, and reported all her sons, grandsons and relatives.

The anger in Du Wendong's eyes gradually subsided. He put down the bookcase he had held above his head and saw Lu Yi standing at the door in the distance. Suddenly, he had a channel to vent his anger.

"Lu, are you blind? Can't you see my mother being bullied?"

Lu Yi was just lamenting that she was missing some melon seeds when she was suddenly called out. She looked over and said calmly, "You're not blind. That's your own mother. Someone is pulling her collar, and you, as a son, turned a blind eye. You're really calm and generous."

Every time Lu Yi uttered a word, Du Wendong's face would turn even redder.

It was purely out of anger.

Mrs. Wang coughed, released her hand, and stood up from the ground. "I don't care about your family's affairs. Anyway, my grandson was bullied by your child, so your family must pay compensation. One tael of silver! It's useless to say anything."

Du Wendong's eyes immediately turned to Du Qingyun. He could guess without thinking that it must be him who did it.

"Mom." Du Wendong sighed and waved his hands weakly, "Give it to her. Stop making trouble. Let's not bother with her anymore."

"Zhang Cuifen, your son has spoken, money! Hurry up!" Mrs. Wang raised her face and quickly stretched out her hand.

Zhang Cuifen was so angry that she jumped up and down. After she finished dancing, she reluctantly pulled out eight coins from the bottom of her shoe and counted out five coins with a heartache. "It's just five coins. Take it or leave it...!"

Mrs. Wang snorted, took the eight cents that were forcibly snatched from her, and stuffed them into her pocket with disgust. With a strong smell of foot odor, she led Dazhu away with a smug look on her face.

The whole process made Lu Yi feel deeply moved and he felt that he had learned a lot.

Zhang Cuifen was unwilling to give up, so she chased after Wang Po and cursed her as they walked. Du Wendong thought of Lu Yi who had been watching indifferently, and a sense of crisis rose in his heart.

It seems like it's time to go to Dahe Town.

Du Wendong still wanted to chat with Lu Yi more, but when he looked up at the sky, he realized it was too late.

Du Wendong threw the book box to Lu Anyuan and went out to attend the private school.

After hearing Lu Anyuan's hurried greeting before he left, Lu Yi recalled the bright eyes and seemed to feel that something had changed about Lu Anyuan, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.

Lu Yi walked into the house thoughtfully. When he looked at the bed for the first time, his pupils contracted.

Where are the children?

Where is Lu Sisi, who is wrapped in the quilt?