Because of this uproar, Lin E became thoroughly famous in Shanglin Village, and Lin Jianqiang and his wife didn't dare to breathe loudly in front of her.
Lin Yi also obediently lowered his posture and behaved very well.
With Lin E holding the fort, the funeral went relatively smoothly.
In the evening, Lin Yi took his family and Lin E's family back to Nanyu.
Everyone seemed a bit dispirited.
The four children noticed the strange atmosphere among the adults and didn't dare to make a fuss. Even Xu Jian and Xu Kang, who hadn't seen their parents for a long time, didn't dare to be too unruly.
"Dad! I'm still finding it unbelievable that Second Uncle beat his own son to death? This..." Lin Ying sat down heavily on the bench, her eyes vacant.
Lin Yi tiredly rubbed his eyebrows, chuckled twice bitterly, "I'm just glad I don't live in the village; otherwise, they'd be eyeing me. Just now, Jianqiang came to me, saying our house wouldn't be rented and they're moving back home."
