"That's good!" She nodded, relieved.

"How is Uncle Jiang?" he asked immediately.

She smiled slightly: "The skin injury is fine. It has been treated."

He also nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

The crowd watched for a while, and then went to the yard of Lao Jiangtou's house to watch the fun.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were left at the entrance of the courtyard.

And, not far away, Zhou Xia, who had not yet recovered from her soreness and numbness.

"I heard that the gangster is from Lijiacun?"

Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Just now Lao Jiangtou's son came back and talked about this matter.

Luo Fengtang nodded: "We are still acquaintances, and you know them too."

She was surprised: "Who?"

"The one who threatened us when it snowed." He said.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.

Then he narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth and said: "This is called cutting the grass without removing the roots, and the spring breeze will bring new growth!"

Luo Fengtang also nodded in agreement.

"At first, it was my fault for being merciful," he said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I don't blame you, it's because he is stubborn and stubborn."

Luo Fengtang remained silent.

Thinking of something, Yang Ruoqing suddenly said: "That bald salesman..."

"Run away!" he said.

"What?" She raised her eyebrows.

Is there really a problem?

Luo Fengtang nodded: "During the chaos earlier, I saw him still watching the fun in the crowd."
Chapter completed!