The riverbank was quite far from the task area of the fifth squad where the Educated Youths were located. By the time they arrived, the place was already crowded with people. They couldn't see the scene or squeeze in, only able to hear Zhao Zhuangshi's pig-like screams.
It was rare to have such excitement, but they could only listen.
This is truly a sad story.
On the way back from work, Wen Lan was still muttering, "Meizi, what exactly happened? Didn't Widow Zhao treat her son like a treasure? How come she suddenly started beating him?"
Wang Shumei was exhausted to death, barely able to lift her feet while walking.
She half-opened her eyes and replied listlessly, "You go back and ask Nianhe, she should know."
"Really?"
"Um."
Wen Lan's eyes instantly brightened, grabbing Wang Shumei's arm for a 200-meter sprint.
Wang Shumei: "...!"
She's going to die at Wen Lan's hands one day!
