Chapter 1593 - Lightweight

After drinking for a bit longer, Old Hong seemed all but out cold. Seeing this, Old Fu let out a breath and placed his wine bowl on the table and looked at Di Tou and said in a slow tone, "Old Hong's been struggling with the matter with Little Hong for quite a few years now. That year, he lost his daughter and his son-in-law in one night, and the little boy who was no larger than three palms at the time twitched and shivered, but didn't even let out a tear, as a result, the village folk… Ah, no one said anything bad in the open, but the whispers behind closed doors can often be the harshest and the loudest."