The educated youths aren't fools; they understand what Lin Xiang means.
Let's not mention that Yang Lihua was wronged by Wen Siyuan's rumors; even if she wasn't, they wouldn't spread the matter around.
Yang Lihua is just a young girl; her innocence shouldn't be ruined.
If they spread rumors, how different would they be from that scoundrel Wen Siyuan?
No, they'd be worse than Wen Siyuan!
With everyone's assurance, Lin Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, walked straight to Wen Siyuan, and started rummaging through his pockets until she found the half-new, half-old Hero brand fountain pen.
"This fountain pen was stolen by you, and now it's time to return it to its rightful owner."
After taking the pen, Lin Xiang spoke a few words to the educated youths about the city return quotas, then took Yang Lihua home.
The Lin family.
Lin An had already returned and was working on the sweet potato starch that Lin Xiang hadn't finished.
"Bro, leave it there, I can do it myself later."
