Sun Bingnan was getting a beating from his dad in front of Lin Chuxia and Zhuang Jingshu, while he covered his head and begged for mercy.
"Dad, give me some face in front of Mr. Lin."
"Give you face? Have you given me face lately? Do you know how people in the village laugh at me?"
Sun Bingnan felt wronged, "When we first planted peach trees, I didn't ask you to make grand promises, and it wasn't me who told you to boast, so why blame me?"
Village Chief Sun was so angry he wanted to hit him again.
Lin Chuxia smiled with pursed lips, honestly, Third Brother Sun does keep his word.
At first, he said his dad was too boastful, and wanted to give him a little lesson. He didn't expect it to almost make the old man depressed.
Village Chief Sun also knew this wasn't the time to argue with his son. He looked at Lin Chuxia with bright eyes, "Chuxia girl, do you really have a sales channel?"
