"Those two, huh? What else can they do? They fight or quarrel every single day." Aunt Xinghua shook her head. "I saw that kid a few days ago. It's already close to four months, but every day all the kid does is lie there. Hungry or wet, not even a whimper..." She sighed and pointed at her head. "Afraid they'll end up being a fool in the future."
Everyone couldn't help but show a hint of sorrow.
But the sympathy faded quickly. It's all their own doing, no one else to blame.
They continued discussing other things that had happened in the village lately, and before long, it was getting late.
Yang Ruxin walked out of Aunt Hehua's house, glanced at the old Yang Family residence in the distance, then turned around and headed away.
"Xinxin." Just as she got to the storage shed, she saw Zhao Xinghua chasing toward her.
