Ma Xiangyu, with a face full of pockmarks, looked sour-faced and muttered a few words under his breath, unclear about whom he was griping.
The people in the courtyard put down their work and bustled about. Two young lads around fifteen or sixteen stepped forward, glaring at Wang Anfeng with faces full of caution.
Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze from Miao Zhiquiao and the other, returning a smile.
One of the lads, tall and bold, who looked more outgoing with a tigerish demeanor, took a step forward and shouted:
"Who are you? Why did you come back with them?"
The other lad, more delicate in appearance, looked skeptical, thought for a moment, and whispered to his companion:
"Could he be the brother-in-law that our senior sister brought back for Sister Lu?"
The tiger-like lad was furious, raising his hand to smack the other boy on the head, saying:
"Jing Tianyou, what nonsense are you talking?!"
Jing Tianyou held his forehead, protesting:
