Xiao Chaolai's words were like a sharp dagger stabbing deep into Xiao Luo's grandparent's hearts.
Xiao Zhiyuan had returned home to set up a farm, so a lot of money was invested in it. Over the past few years, life had been very hard for the family. It was not only hard on Xiao Zhiyuan. Xiao Luo's grandparent's also had been enduring skepticism from the people around them. In the Luo's village, Xiao Chaolai was one of the most prominent figures who spurned Xiao Zhiyuan by Xiao Luo's grandparent's ears from time to time.
"Xiao Chaolai, you… You…"
Xiao Luo's grandmother was extremely mad. She grabbed a broom to shun off the crowd. "Scram! Every one of you, get lost! Don't be at my gates!"
An Yuan looked slightly panicked. She took a few steps back, fearing that she'd be hit by the broom.
Xiao Chaolai immediately glared at her with dilated pupils and hideously shouted, "Try touching me, you old fart! I'll dig a hole and bury you alive!"