Xiao Qingya was listening to her sisters and mother discussing Zhou Shiming's suspicious action.
"Bad! He's bad!" She explained to her mother and sisters anxiously.
At this moment, Zhou Anran and the twins were also trying to put on a performance that seemed convincing for the little one.
Xiao Yuxi whispered. "Little Ya's words make sense, don't you think? If cow dung is that good, why doesn't Uncle save it for himself like he always did?"
With a helpless glare, Zhou Anran scolded her daughter half-heartedly. "Xi'er, you can't talk about your uncle like that."
Compared to Chen Huayun, Zhou Shiming proved to be an ambitious person. He could even endure bringing over such smelly cow dung over to their fields by himself.
Once his mind was set on something, he would pursue it relentlessly.
