"Uncle Sun, which Uncle Sun? Don't know him!"
Lu Ning hadn't even entered the door when he overheard this mother and daughter speaking with sarcastic undertones; naturally, he would not show this family any kindness.
"Young man, it's not important if you don't recognize me, as long as Tang Hu and Wang Ying know who I am, that's enough!"
The pockmarked-faced man sitting next to the mother and daughter glanced at Lu Ning with a somewhat cold tone.
"Uncle Sun, don't take Lu Ning seriously. He's young and doesn't understand things!"
Wang Ying hurriedly tried to smooth things over.
The pockmarked-faced family were their rural home village neighbors. Sometimes when she went back, she'd even stop by to chat.
Therefore, they were well aware of Lu Ning's daily odd job of collecting scraps.
Moreover, this pockmarked-faced man was the village chief.
Only those who have lived in the rural hometown understand the might a village chief holds.