Those who understood were already in tears.
Lin Li couldn't hold it anymore.
It was clear that Zeng Ziang's guilt was still at work, and he could even do something like this.
Damn.
"How should I put it... although, but... thanks, bro." Lin Li spoke with a bit of a break due to laughter.
"Take it, do what you want to do." Brother Ziang was being dutiful and responsible.
"Forget it, there are traffic cops up ahead, if I cover my head now, I reckon we'll be stopped for inspection soon." Lin Li shook his head.
Zeng Ziang: "?"
So Lin Li's use was to cover the head?
"..."
Perhaps a father is a very important role in a child's growth—Zeng Ziang couldn't help but think.
Seeing Zeng Ziang's expression turn weird, Lin Li laughed and explained the internal conflict at Uncle Yan's house.
The detailed part was "the battle process between Uncle Yan and his wife," even with embellishments, and the brief part was "why he carried black silk in his pocket and got it exposed by Uncle Yang."
