Chapter 8: The Wife is a Little Black Rabbit
Yang’s second son’s sheep had made a mess everywhere on the street, and Yu Jingting was walking haphazardly without looking.
"Watch your step!" Suizi, afraid he would "step on a landmine," reached out to hold his hand.
Wang Cuihua saw them holding hands and couldn’t close her mouth.
In the morning, Suizi was still wiping her tears, but in the afternoon, they were hand in hand, laughing and joking?
"Fourth Aunt, what are you looking at?" Yang’s second son asked.
Staring hard at the air, her eyes were blank, which was too scary! What was she seeing with that expression!!!
The young couple had been blocked by the woodpile from Yang’s second son’s point of view. All he saw was air.
Wang Cuihua took advantage of Yang’s second son not paying attention and quickly glanced at the chicken coop.
Calculating with her fingers, she pointed in the direction of the chicken nest and said:
"The old sage said there are two unclean ones there. Bring them to me!"
Yang’s second son stumbled up to the chicken nest and took a look, scared out of his wits.