Xie Changyi, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, pointed at Xie Changjun's nose and let loose a torrent of abuse.
Enraged by the tirade, Xie Changjun moved to attack.
Xie Changning stepped forward, blocking Xie Changyi and tilting her chin up slightly. "You'd better think this through. You're already unwelcome in this village. If you start a fight with us now, I'm sure I don't need to tell you what's waiting for you!"
In these sensitive times, people already detested capitalists.
And now, he was going to start a fight.
'Is he not digging his own grave fast enough?'
Xie Changjun didn't care, but his parents had to. Their younger son wasn't even with them; their older son was now their everything.
The Xie family's adoptive mother quickly pulled Xie Changjun back.
Xie Changjun tried to struggle, but when he turned his head, he saw several farmers working nearby, watching them from a distance.
Seeing the nearby villagers, Xie Changjun's fiery temper died down a little.
