My best friend is living a famine-stricken life; you're going crazy, I'm farming.

"Who is this old wall lamp?" Xu Yingying asked Yang Fenglan, puzzled.

"I do not know either."

"He's striking a pose here, does he think he's handsome?"

"perhaps."

"I think Uncle Xiao is much more handsome than him."

“Yes.” Yang Fenglan nodded in agreement.

Zhou Qingshan, striking a pose, twitched the corner of his mouth, tossed his head, turned around, and gave a look of deep affection, as if he were looking at a dog.

"Fenglan, I'm back."

Xu Yingying frowned and nudged Yang Fenglan with her elbow, "As expected, there is no Uncle Xiao."

"I think so too. Hey, who are you?"

Zhou Qingshan's expression froze again. "It's me, Fenglan. Look closely, don't you recognize me?"

"It looks... kind of familiar." Yang Fenglan couldn't quite place it for a moment.

Xu Yingying pulled her aside, "No, sister, when did you get to know this kind of 'cargo carrier'? If you don't need your eyes, I'll gouge them out for you."

"Let me think about it." Yang Fenglan stopped her best friend from getting to the bottom of things. "Isn't he Zhou Qingshan?"

"Huh? Your dead ex-husband?"

“Yes, it’s him! Remember when he almost drove Yang Shi crazy? It’s definitely him who came back. Otherwise, given Yang Shi’s personality, she wouldn’t have gone crazy!” Yang Fenglan said with certainty.

Xu Yingying frowned. "I knew it. Given Wang's personality, it's impossible for her to suddenly be so nice to you!"

"It seems like I said it?"

"Why are you still worrying about this at a time like this? Just tell me what to do."

"First ask him what he's here for."

"it is good."

Xu Yingying nodded, then turned to Zhou Qingshan and asked, "What do you want with Fenglan?"

"Fenglan, I..." The man's voice choked with sobs, sounding utterly pitiful, "Are you alright? Is our son alright? I...I miss you all so much..."

Xu Yingying and Yang Fenglan both shivered at the same time.

Xu Yingying: "How disgusting."

He abandoned his wife and children for so many years, and suddenly came back to life, saying he missed home, but he hadn't thought of home for so many years.

He must have come back before, but then left again, still as a dead man.

"My wife, I... I'm back. Our family can be together again." Zhou Qingshan's lips twitched down, as if he were very aggrieved.

Yang Fenglan couldn't stand it, "We never lived together."

“My lady, I didn’t mean to leave. I have my reasons for all these years… Let’s go back inside and talk, okay?” The man said, glancing around at the shop’s furnishings.

His eyes showed a hint of approval, and he nodded almost imperceptibly.

He might have thought he was being discreet, but Xu Yingying and Yang Fenglan were watching him closely and observing his every move.

Yang Fenglan: "It seems like they're after my shop, not me."

Xu Yingying: "What else is there to say? Don't be afraid, let's roll up our sleeves and get to work!"

Yang Fenglan: "Sister, don't be impulsive."

Xu Yingying: "What are you afraid of? My older brother works in the government office."

Perhaps inspired by Xu Yingying, Yang Fenglan also rolled up her sleeves and started punching and kicking Zhou Qingshan.

Yang Fenglan: "Where did this lecher come from? Didn't anyone teach him anything after his parents died?"

Xu Yingying: "Look carefully, I'm only sixteen years old, in the prime of my life. You come in and call me 'mother'? I'm not worthy of being your mother!"

Yang Fenglan: "With such an ugly appearance, you shouldn't even try to chat up other people!"

Xu Yingying: "What good can you expect from someone who has no parents?"

Yang Fenglan's punches were quite powerful, but compared to Xu Yingying, who was skilled in martial arts, they were just a tickle.

Yang Fenglan had a great time fighting, and when she got up to rest, she saw Xiao Yuanshan standing at the shop entrance with two children in his hands, staring at her in disbelief with his mouth agape.

(End of this article)