Song Zhiwei pursed her lips as if she was about to cry, "Mom, what I lent you was new rice. I don't care if you give me back the old rice, but the eggs are for Chen Shi and Xiaoya to replenish their bodies..."

With a sullen face, Song Jianjun bit his cheeks and said, "Switch with her."

The discussion outside made his head throb with veins. He didn't care how much trouble Zhao Laidi made in the village. He turned a blind eye and pretended that he didn't know. Once the ...