Wang Xuemei patted Yang Jun's hand and said, "Don't worry, I will come and apologize properly later, and then I will compensate their family a little more and strive for their family's understanding."

Yang Jun nodded after hearing this.

After all, Wang Xuemei is a person who has seen the world, and she should know what to do without his teaching.

Sometimes, human life seems important, but in the face of a series of cold numbers, it can still be measured in money.

The world is so cruel.

When you are alive, no amount of money can buy your life, but as soon as you die, that life is no longer so valuable. Sometimes, in order to survive and to face various unavoidable difficulties, they have to compromise.

There are already no people left, so you can’t have one at both ends, right?

After seeing off Wang Xuemei, Yang Jun walked from the gate to the backyard.

At this time, he felt that his mood had reached another level.

I originally thought that the relationship between the two families would be like this for the rest of their lives, but unexpectedly something happened and the relationship between the two families returned to its original state.

In the face of life and death, sometimes dignity is worthless.

For the sake of living people, or to live well, sometimes people have to compromise.

That's it.

Wang Xuemei had to bow to Yang Jun for the sake of her son.

Of course, the premise for Yang Jun to help was that the relationship between the two families had not completely broken down.

The friendship between three generations that lasted for decades cannot be broken off easily.

Not to mention the lifelong friendship, even for the sake of Yang Jun and Li Jianguo growing up with bare buttocks, he couldn't stand idly by.

Hey, sometimes...people are just like that.

It's both complicated and helpless.

Back in the backyard, as soon as Yang Jun picked up his chopsticks, he heard movement from the front yard.

I saw Yi Qiushui walking towards this side with a smile on her face.

Behind her was her son Yang Chengdao.

It turned out that she had gone to the ancestral hall to pick up her son.

The moment he saw Yang Chengdao, Yang Jun suddenly felt that the food was not delicious.

He slapped his chopsticks on the table.

"If you don't want to be covered in blood, get out of here."

When Yang Qingxiang and the others heard this, they stood up immediately, hugged the child and disappeared instantly.

At this time, there were only three people left in the restaurant, Yang Jun, Yi Qiushui and their son Yang Chengdao.

"Old Yang..."

Yi Qiushui looked at Yang Jun with a worried look on her face and tightly protected her son behind her.

She had to take Yang Chengdao back.

If he doesn't take him back, Yang Jun will definitely forget that he has such a son.

Therefore, when she saw that more than half a month had passed since this incident, she knew that Yang Jun's anger was almost gone, so she secretly brought Yang Chengdao back.

As long as Yang Chengdao sincerely admits his mistake, maybe Yang Jun will still recognize his son, and it is not impossible to take over the family business in the future.

Yang Jun waved his hand: "Get out of the way, or I'll whip you too."

With that said, Yang Jun stood up.

When Yi Qiushui saw this, she didn't dare to leave anymore and quickly protected Yang Chengdao behind her.

Yang Chengdao's little face was livid with fear, and his whole body was covered in chaff. He hugged Yi Qiushui tightly and wouldn't let go.

"Dad, I was wrong, I never dare to do it again."

Yang Jun heard this and shouted: "You are my father, I don't have a son like you."

"You even dare to dig your grandfather's grave, what else can you not dare to do?"

Yang Chengdao: "I...I didn't plan it, I just hit it lightly with a hammer."

"As for the fire in the ancestral hall, it was because my great-uncle didn't give me food to eat. I was so hungry that I couldn't bear it anymore, so I went to steal the tributes. Unexpectedly, I knocked over the candle."

When Yang Jun heard this, he sneered.

He didn't believe that was the case.

He still doesn't know what his son's virtues are.

Maybe Wang Yuying or Yi Qiushui taught him these nonsense words.

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Yang Jun had no evidence about the fire in the ancestral hall, and he did not intend to argue with him in this regard.

But the grave of my father Yang Gui was really damaged.

He spent a lot of money to get it made of marble. You said it would break with just a light smash. Are you lying to a three-year-old child?

Seeing that he couldn't deceive Yang Jun, Yang Chengdao rolled his eyes and stretched out his arms.

"Dad, I was wrong, please forgive me this time."

"Look, grandma has already taught me a lesson. I won't dare to do it again next time."

When Yang Jun heard this, he looked at his arm.

I saw that the thin-skinned and tender arms were covered with dark bruises, and there were wisps of whip marks on them.

Apparently, Wang Yuying had already treated him to fried pork with bamboo shoots.

Yi Qiushui advised: "Yes, husband, our mother has already educated her son, and he also knows that he was wrong. How about... let's forget it this time?"

Seeing that he was injured like this, Yang Jun originally planned to spare him, but after hearing Yi Qiushui's words, he immediately became suspicious.

According to the protective nature of Wang Yuying's younger son and eldest grandson, how could he be so cruel to Yang Chengdao?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt there was something fishy here.

So, he waved to Yang Chengdao.

"come here."

When Yang Chengdao heard this, he looked at Yi Qiushui and then shook his head.

"If I don't, you will beat me to death."

Yang Jun sneered coldly: "Do you think that since your mother protects you, I can't hit you?"

Yang Chengdao was stunned when he heard this.

When Yi Qiushui saw this, she quickly pulled her son out from behind her.

"In the past, you had to pass this level sooner or later, and hiding was not an option."

When Yi Qiushui spoke, her eyelids jumped.

She was already prepared. Once Yang Jun made a move, she would definitely stop him immediately.

When Yang Chengdao heard this, he curled his lips and tears kept rolling in his eyes.

However, seeing Yi Qiushui turning her head to the side, he could only walk over bravely.

Yang Jun grabbed his wrist and pushed up his sleeves.

"Pooh!"

Spit.

Then, rub it with your hands.

Then red and green colors came out.

It turned out that the wounds on Yang Chengdao's body were disguised with radish and vegetable juice.
Chapter completed!