Su Xiaoxiao dodged to the side, and Sun Miao couldn't stop in time and gloriously fell flat on her face, ending up with a mouthful of dirt.
"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey, shut your mouth, just shut your mouth."
She spat out the dirt, hysterically yelling, but it was clearly too late.
The heroic deeds of the village secretary's son and Old Wu's second had already spread to most of the village through the loudspeaker.
Just then, a few aunts returning from work happened to pass by.
All of them looked at Sun Miao with gossip-filled and strange eyes.
Someone whispered, "I really didn't expect the village secretary's precious son's taste is quite unique. Just wonder if it's the eldest or the third?"
"Exactly, this man with a man thing is the first time I've heard. Tsk, truly an eye-opener."
