But many things changed in meaning as they spread.
Yun Xiaoxiao really didn't want to look at this malicious person any longer.
But the other party came to her doorstep, and was the kind of person who wouldn't leave until they achieved their goal.
Da Bao, while tending to the fire, listened intently to the commotion outside, wanting to put out the fire and support his mom.
But his mom told him to watch the fire under the pot, as they were cooking meat, and he had to make sure it wasn't stolen.
He wondered if Xiao Bao had called Grandma yet?
Xiao Bao, not letting his brother Da Bao down, ran with his short legs to the Zhao Family Mansion.
"Grandma, Grandma....."
Mrs. Zhao was making cloth shoes at home. Hearing Xiao Bao's voice and seeing her grandson rush in anxiously, she said, "Grandma, someone wants to hit my mom....."
Hit Laosan's Wife?
Who?
"Let's go, take a look."
