The neighbors were so surprised that they all came out to watch the fun.

In the courtyard, Mu Zichuan also left the main room.

"Mom, what happened?" he asked with a confused look on his face.

Widow Liu turned to look at her son and gritted her teeth.

Widow Liu rushed over, grabbed Mu Zichuan by the ears and dragged him into the kitchen.

"Look at what this is!"

Widow Liu pointed to the small charcoal bag Yang left on the ground and questioned Mu Zichuan.

The moment Mu Zichuan saw the charcoal bag, he was stunned.

Isn't this the five kilograms of charcoal he sent to Qing'er last night?

Why are you back?

Seeing her son like this, Widow Liu suddenly understood something.

The woman was filled with grief and anger, and she clenched her fists and beat Mu Zichuan on the shoulders.

"You unfilial son, tell me, who did you steal the charcoal from home and give it to?"

No matter how Liu's fists fell on him like raindrops, he still froze in place and remained motionless.

In my ears, my mother's scolding gradually faded away.

He couldn't feel the pain either.

The boy was like a clay wood sculpture, frozen in place.

Her delicate brows were knitted together.

In my heart and mind, I was thinking about one thing over and over again.

That is, Qing'er said it well and accepted his intention.

Why? Why do you have to send it back?
Chapter completed!