The person who had arrived was Zhao Tiansheng, Zhao Youqian's father.
At that moment, he snatched the sixty yuan from Madam Zhao's hand and said arrogantly to Su Xiaofeng, "Who do you people think you are?"
Su Xiaofeng looked at the man in front of her and raised an eyebrow, "And you are?"
"Oh, I'm Youqian's dad. I heard that Youqian came back yesterday, so I came to check on him," Zhao Tiansheng pocketed the money. "You're here to collect sweet potatoes, right? Let me tell you, you've come to the right place. We might not have much else, but we have plenty of sweet potatoes. How many more do you need? I'll go dig them up right now."
Luckily, he had come back today, otherwise this money would have been hidden away by that foolish woman again.
