Zhang Weihong stayed silent, standing amidst the crowd, alert to every sound and sight.
She heard everything the Antelope Team said about the Yao Family.
The work and blame were Zhang Shihua's, and the rest had nothing to do with him.
During the same New Year, the other Yao kids played with firecrackers and ate candies, running around joyously in the team.
But if Zhang Shihua was a step slow feeding the chickens, he'd get slapped across the face.
Zhang Weihong knew Yao Shihua's past was tough, but she didn't expect such bitterness.
She choked a bit, "Folks, witness for our Zhang Family today, from now on, Zhang Shihua has nothing to do with those Yao Family bastards!"
The crowd stayed silent, and Zhang Weihong continued, "Zhang Shihua is my man, if anyone bullies him, they're bullying me, Zhang Weihong!"
"Uncle, Little Uncle," Zhang Weihong made a gesture to kneel but was stopped by Chu He.
Zhang Shihua smoothly knelt without any support.
