Lin Qiao's face twitched, "..."
For people like the Li Family, only someone like Niu Er can handle them; only a scoundrel can deal with another scoundrel.
Old Mrs. Li, pushed to the ground, pointed at Niu Er in pain, "If it wasn't you who stole it, then who was it?"
"Pah! If it were me, I'd have stolen the whole chicken, not just the eggs. I'm not stupid."
Niu Er spat disdainfully, catching a glimpse of Widow Song at Song's second family door, raising his eyebrows roguishly, "Widow Song."
Lin Qiao pretended not to hear and turned to go back inside, but Mrs. Li wanted to "catch" her, "It must have been you, Niu Er, stealing to give to Widow Song. Pah, don't think I don't know what sneaky things you're up to."
Upon hearing this, Niu Er's eyes widened. The eggs he gave to Widow Song were stolen from his own home, how could they be from theirs?
