"Second Brother, nothing's happened at home, right?" Xu Nianhua followed Xu Nian'an back, and when she saw a crowd blocking the door from afar, she was startled.
Xu Nian'an pedaled his bike even faster.
"Qinghe, Zhihao is your nephew. He's in trouble, and as his Uncle, you can't just sit by—you have to help him!" Xu Zhong threw away his dignity and looked imploringly at Xu Qinghe.
Watching Xu Zhihao being taken away, his heart was anxious and unsettled.
"Dad, it's his own bad behavior—things in that factory are messy. I really can't do anything." Xu Qinghe shook his head, refusing bluntly.
"It's those shameless sluts pestering my Zhihao, it's got nothing to do with him." Liu Sanmei loudly denied.
"It takes two to tango." Hu Aihong had always been at odds with Liu Sanmei, so now she seized the chance to hit back, and sneered, "Zhihao's wife is drop-dead gorgeous, but I guess, huh, wildflowers always smell sweeter than home ones."
Hu Aihong laughed as she spoke.
