"Hey, look at this..."
The more nonchalant Wang Jian appeared, the more Li Dayu looked at Zhao Chunyang. Seeing the man's expression, Li Dayu couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Lao Zhao, what's with that look on your face? Xiao Jian is out here working while injured, and your attitude is just plain wrong."
"What nonsense are you talking?" Zhao Chunyang said fiercely. "Is this an attitude problem? This is envy, pure and simple! Your village has stumbled upon some incredible good fortune, and I'm just jealous!"
Zhao Chunyang was truly envious, sighing repeatedly. "Sigh, this kid is just too good. If my son were half the man he is, I'd die a happy man."
