The farmer didn't chase after them, as the two of them ran up the slope and stood there looking down. They could still see the farmer pointing his shovel at Jing Changle, the threat unmistakably clear.
"Who are they?" Luo Yirui asked while panting.
Jing Changle's face was full of resentment as he replied, "He's my grandfather's son."
Grandfather's son?
This description was quite odd, but upon reflection, it made sense.
"What's the story, really?" Luo Yirui felt this must be a complicated matter.
Jing Changle simply sat down on the slope, and Luo Yirui sat down beside him.
