Are We Looking for a Grave or a Treasure?!
"This is a rabbit that Yexun hunted in the mountains before. I've kept the good fur. In the next few days, Auntie will make you a pair of rabbit fur gloves. They'll be much warmer than the woolen gloves you're wearing now," Aunt Guo said, looking at Su Xiaoxiao's increasingly lovely face framed by the red color.
"Auntie, let's go," Su Xiaoxiao said, linking her arm with Aunt Guo's as they left the yard together.
Jiang Guoli watched them happily leaving, instantly feeling furious. "My son died, and you two are so happy here? Laughing!"
Aunt Guo was about to retort, but Su Xiaoxiao spoke up first. "Uncle Jiang, are you trying to bully us, two women, while Yexun isn't here? If he were here, would you dare to accuse us like this?"
Jiang Guoli couldn't maintain his dignity anymore. He got angry and retorted, "Don't talk nonsense! Even if Yexun were here, I would still say the same to you. I'm his father, can't I scold him?"