Zhao Pulin stood there, his hair disheveled by the wind. Lately, things really hadn't been going his way at all; he felt like dropping dead right where he stood.
The director of the production team said to the crowd of onlookers, "Disperse, all of you. It's getting late, and we have to work tomorrow."
Once everyone had dispersed, Zhao Jianing yelled at the Zhao Family, "I hate you all, a bunch of shameless people."
Zhao Xiaoxing sneered, "Who do you think you are to talk about shame? You're just scared of going back to the countryside and starving to death, so you robbed the Luo Family. You've really raised a white-eyed wolf.
On the surface, it seems like the Luo Family cares a lot about you, even sending two brothers to escort you back home. I bet they came to see Luo Qiao. If they really cared about you, they wouldn't have just left you here without saying much and left.