The "ferocious" boy nervously tugged at his clothes in the dark.
He was the one who broke it.
He stutteringly agreed with his sister-in-law's words, "Will... will hit you all."
Even lying to a dog made him stutter, Lin Qiao couldn't help but laugh, "Little Uncle, why are you so innocent."
Song Tingfan didn't understand what his sister-in-law was laughing about. Hearing her call him innocent, he lowered his head shyly and quietly retorted, "Sister-in-law, I'm not innocent, I know a lot."
He was already sensible.
The things he knew were obviously not the same as what she meant by innocence, which made Lin Qiao laugh even more, but she didn't continue, "Let's go home quickly."
...
After hastily eating some food, they went back to the room and slept. Before dawn the next day, they went back to work in the fields.
