In an instant, no matter how well Qiu Mingyan had cultivated himself over the years outside, facing an elder, even if the elder was a bastard, he couldn't mind.
At this moment, his face completely turned cold, and he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushing it with his toe.
He turned around and went into the house.
Outside the door, Mai Shihong, who was husking corn with Yang Hua, looked timidly at Qiu Mingyan's cold face and whispered, "Hey, what's with you, woman? Do you not know how important Qiu Mingyan is to our village and to Manxiang! Even the second son hasn't spoken up, and if you piss him off and he actually runs off with that girl, what will you do?"
