Chen Dafu looked provocatively at Gu Baijiang, "How come the Third Prince and those people aren't with you? Did they just abandon you?
You better be careful when you sleep at night, although we're in the village already, it's full of ordinary farmers, so don't end up involving others."
"Shut up," being so close, the foul smell from his mouth constantly hit, and Gu Baijiang couldn't bear it, giving a push, "Mind your own business."
Chen Dafu staggered back two steps, and suddenly collapsed to the ground, limp.
Looking at his exaggerated posture, it was obvious he was faking it. Just wondering what he was up to, Chen Dafu began to shout loudly, "Help, Gu Baijiang is hitting people..."
Despite Chen Dafu's age, his voice was strong, attracting the attention of the busy crowd.
Several young men from the Chen Family, who were digging mud and making bricks, immediately dropped their work and rushed over aggressively upon hearing Chen Dafu's voice.
