The Pursuit of the Village Chief's Son

"Alright, there's no need to be so mushy."

Xu Wenping took two steps forward and pulled Old Fatty up. "From now on, we're brothers. I won't let you guys go hungry."

"Yes, Brother Ping."

Old Fatty nodded heavily. His heart was burning with passion.

Finally, there was someone who appreciated him and could make him stand up straight.

The depression in his heart for so many years actually eased up at this moment.

Now that the matter here was understood, Xu Wenping planned to leave with the three of them.

However…

Just as they turned around and walked out of the small courtyard, a group of people walked over and stood outside.

The leader was a young man in his twenties. He placed his hands on his hips and shouted at Old Fatty in the courtyard.