Wang Dalai, while his thoughts wandered wildly, pushed through the crowd with Li Dahai.
The eyes of those around them were about to pop out of their heads.
"Li Ming?!"
At this point, Li Ming was completely oblivious to the people and noise around him.
Li Dahai fixed his gaze for a closer look.
What lay before him was neither Lin Sen nor the charming widow.
It was unmistakably his own son and his mistress.
This was truly preposterous to the extreme.
And to have the whole village watching on the side.
What was this mess?
Li Dahai's shock turned into fury.
His eyes were bulging.
He was seething with rage!
There, on the ground, lay his own family member, this…
Li Dahai's forehead throbbed with popping veins.
He was pushed to the very limits of anger.
Yet he was so flustered that he didn't know what to do.
Wang Dalai saw that Li Dahai's fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white.
His bones cracked with the force of his grip.