She won't clear her name; she'll throw away all the scum.

He also found these people annoying and nosy. But since the police were already involved, if he didn't come out soon, he would have no choice but to go to the police station to complain.

"Everyone, please don't get agitated. We were able to get in because my son gave us the key. You can see the gate is in good condition, so you know we didn't force our way in."

"Secondly, after he dropped us off at the train station, he said that if we weren't so busy with the fields, he would have preferred us to help take care of the child. We thought we should come back halfway there. Our son is so busy, and we as parents should let him rest assured about things at home."

"So, we came back with the key."

The neighbors in the compound had mixed feelings; did this old man think they didn't know what happened back then?

If Hu Yingying were really handed over to them to raise, she would probably turn from a chubby little girl into a skinny skeleton very quickly.

"You don't need to worry about Yingying. Aunt Yin has been taking care of her since she was little, so you know her quite well. You should go back as soon as possible."

"Yeah, we didn't hear Xiao Hu say you were coming to stay here. You didn't sneak back, did you?"

"He clearly didn't want you to live here before, nor did he want you to have contact with Yingying, so why would he suddenly give you the key?"

Even though he's not here, we still need to help him take care of the house.

Hu's father suddenly started yelling: "What do you people mean? What's wrong with me living in my own son's house? Do you think I, as his own father, don't have the right to live in my son's house?"

"How vicious you are! Have you lost your parents? How could you say such things?"

"My son gave us the keys before he took us to the train station. Would I lie to you?" Mr. Hu said confidently, holding up the keys for them to see. Seeing that everyone was still skeptical, he immediately opened the door with the key to prove that it was real.

"But you said you came to help Xiao Hu take care of Yingying, how can you just ruin their things like that?"

"I remember that the clothes you're wearing are the work uniforms issued by Xiao Hu's company, right? They're new ones from this year. Why are you wearing them?"

"And the others are all wearing clothes from the Hu family, right?"

Even worse, some people glanced inside and found the cabinets and tables in complete disarray, as if a thief had broken in.

"Are you here to help or to cause trouble? Look at the mess you've made of his house. I think you should leave as soon as possible. It's not easy for him to work hard in the city all by himself. Don't you parents feel sorry for him?"

When Mrs. Hu came out of the house and saw these people staring into the room, she immediately closed the door. "What are you looking at? What kind of neighbors act like this? My son is a filial son and let us live here. What does it have to do with you?"

"I think you all have ill intentions. Which neighbor in this compound is more nosy than you? Do you think you can make decisions for my son?"

“You city people look down on us country folk. Don’t forget that all the rice and vegetables in the city are grown by us country folk. If it weren’t for us, you would have starved to death long ago.”

"Why are you looking at me like that? If you still don't believe me, then call my son over and let him confront me face to face. I'm too old for me to lie." Of course, Mrs. Hu knew that Hu Jie had left the car. They had been secretly observing him for so many days, so why would they be afraid that they would actually send someone?

After finishing lunch, Hu Yingying ran out to sunbathe. She saw a lot of people gathered around her house, so she squeezed her small body in with difficulty to see what was going on.

But as soon as she saw that Hu's father was wearing her father's clothes, she immediately burst into tears.

"Waaah... These are my dad's clothes, you're not allowed to wear them." She grabbed at her father's short-sleeved shirt, trying to pull it off forcefully.