Ding Qiuyue just smiled without speaking, cursing countless profanities in her heart.
Zhao Yingjun frowned without saying a word, holding the child and walking ahead.
"Wait! Why are you walking so fast?" Su Jinxiu followed him.
Once the figures were gone, Ding Qiuyue spat on the ground, "Pah! Nasty woman, bullying my daughter, let's see how you end up!"
Su Miao took off her clothes at home and leaned against the quilt stack on the kang. Originally, she wanted to take a nap, but unexpectedly, she found a letter under the quilt and smiled when she glanced at it.
It was written by Zhao Yingjun, not bad. It said: I'll arrange a good job for you.
Inside the envelope was the money Su Miao had returned to him.
Su Miao unapologetically took the money and then burned the letter, casually looking out the window. The weather was nice, and spring was coming. The various households in the village had quieted down.
