The next morning.
The weather was clear, and the sunshine was just right.
Qin Guanglin left his house, and before he had taken two steps, he heard ghostly wails and wolf-like howls.
Not far down the street, two people stood facing each other at a distance.
"You come here!" Aunt Wang stood with one hand on her hip and the other holding a sorghum broom, pointing the stick at Little Fatty.
The chubby figure was bathed in a layer of golden light under the morning sun, resembling an invincible war god.
"I won't!" Little Fatty bawled at the top of his lungs, his face smeared with snot and tears, and he continued choking back sobs, "I know, if I come over, you'll definitely hit me again!"
"You come here, I won't hit you."
"I don't believe you!"
"Are you coming or not?!"
"What's the matter, Aunt Wang, what did he do?" Qin Guanglin looked on amused and couldn't help but speak up, "Calm down, it's early in the morning..."