After getting ashore and putting on his shoes, he picked up two fish, each roughly about two pounds, that he had thrown into the bushes and placed them in the bamboo basket. Then he headed toward the village along the small river.
Meng Family.
"Who are you scowling for?"
Wang Guilan sat at the back door of the main hall, enjoying the breeze to cool off. Hearing her youngest son calling for his second brother, she looked towards the front door involuntarily and saw her second son walking through the main hall, looking as if someone owed him a fortune, which made her temper flare up.
"I'm not."
Meng Xingsheng retorted immediately.
"You know very well whether you did or not!"
Wang Guilan's expression was very unpleasant, "Spending your days not working properly, always asking for leaves and running outside. You come back with a dead man's face after disappearing for two or three days. Are you cursing your mother to death?"
"I told you I'm not!"
