"SMACK!" Zhang Yazhen slapped him and glared. "You little fool, he didn't name any names. What are you so afraid of?"
Xiong Weicheng glanced at her guiltily and whispered, "Little Kai saw it!"
Zhang Yazhen was dumbfounded. Thinking of Lin Lan's fiery temper and listening to Lin Guoqiang's furious curses, she gritted her back teeth in anger.
Xiong Jianjun came out of the room, walked into the kitchen, and looked at the mother and son. "It sounded to me like he was cursing right at our yard. Did you two do something to their rapeseed plants?"
Zhang Yazhen glared at him. "I'm not a three-year-old child. Why would I mess with her rapeseed plants?"
Xiong Jianjun turned to his son, who stood guilt-faced before the stove. "Was it you?"
Xiong Weicheng flinched, glanced at Zhang Yazhen, and said nothing.
