"We might as well sneak away at night. That way, we can avoid these issues."
"Ah, I didn't expect this." Sikong Wuyuan slapped himself. "I must have lost my mind. Jiu Zhu, you're brilliant. If we didn't listen to you, we would be asking for trouble."
Seeing that Jiang Ming did not reply, Tang Xiaoxiao could not help but panic. "Jiu Zhu," she called out quickly. "Are you unwilling to forgive us? My mother is already old, and my brother also relies on chopping firewood to make a living. We didn't do anything wrong. Do you really have to be so persistent?"
At this point, she immediately wiped her tears.
Her tears flowed down like a waterfall, but they did not affect Jiang Ming's emotions at all.