Old Lady Wang watched as Rong Yan, that despicable woman, actually left. How could she stay put?
She was frantic.
"What are you all standing around for? Get moving and take me home. Futian, hurry and carry me back."
Qin Futian immediately squatted down, and with the help of his wife Wang Guihua, he hoisted the hefty old woman onto his back.
With his frail frame, he almost couldn't straighten up.
"Mom, my hands hurt, I'll go ahead," said Qin Fugui, seeing his third brother like this, deeply afraid that Qin Futian would suggest he carry their mother. That wouldn't do.
It seriously seemed the end for Qin Futian, but, straining every nerve, he still made it home.
Of course, when the villagers on the road saw them like this, they were quite amazed, and it reminded them of earlier when they had seen Qin Ye's Wife and Qin Yu, the young lad.
