Chen Xian's face colored with embarrassment, and he understood that the master's words made sense.
Xiao Yuchuan had been at the entrance of the courtyard, and said coldly, "As for the surname Chen, you have seen my second brother's attitude. I assure you that your family won't get the slightest advantage from the Xiao Family. If you harbor any crooked ideas, once you end up in prison, it will be by your own doing!"
"Third brother..." Xiao Ailiu wanted to say something, but Xiao Yuchuan closed the courtyard door.
"Hungry... hungry..." Chen Daxian kept crying.
Xiao Ailiu had no choice but to feed her son the dry food from the bundle.
"I don't want to eat this, I want to eat meat..." Chen Daxian said, smelling the aroma of meat coming from the next-door kitchen, drooling with craving.
"Eat what? You're lucky to have dry food to eat," Chen Xian scolded, and the child cried even louder.
Xiao Ailiu could only soothe the two children.