The village chief's face turned iron blue with anger. He had tried to persuade them nicely, even going so far as to demean himself with a smile, only to be met with scathing insults?
He could no longer stay, and the village chief turned and walked away.
The two men who had come with him were also fuming with anger. Seeing that the village chief had left, they quickly followed suit.
It was clear that, at the bottom of their hearts, they also feared An Jing and Xiao Changyi—one had dared to kill, and the other had killed on the battlefield and returned. How could they not be afraid?
"Husband," An Jing said with a smile as soon as the village chief walked out of the courtyard, "I bet they now think we are stubbornly unreasonable."
"Mm."
"Ah," An Jing suddenly sighed, "The values of those people are really so twisted."