Based on knowing that Wen Ran has a bad temper, the educated youths still held onto hope.
After all, if someone came to the door, getting a beating was just getting a beating.
Such a big group of them...
Surely they couldn't just start fighting.
With a mindset of a dead pig not fearing hot water, the group stubbornly stayed put, no matter what Wen Ran said, refusing to leave.
Wen Ran smacked her lips, fine, if you're unkind, then don't blame me for being unjust.
She placed Hetao in a makeshift little nest and took a wooden stick from the corner.
Very straight, very long, initially intended to be used as a bean frame, but unfortunately, she arrived too late, and it's already past the planting season.
"Leaving or not? I'm going to count to three. If you're still here, then you really can't leave."
Seeing Wen Ran serious, everyone exchanged glances, feeling guilty. While hesitating whether to leave, Wen Ran started counting.
"3."
