Since Old Master Qi had spoken, the Qi family’s second uncle and second aunt didn’t dare disobey. They left with eyes filled with reluctance and longing.

Zhu Bocheng felt that the reason Qi Hao dared to go to the burial mound with Wang Xuewen and the others before was all because of how the Qi family’s second uncle and second aunt spoiled him.

When he was the only one left, he knocked on the door and said, “Zhenbai, it’s Bocheng. Your grandpa and your second uncle and aunt aren’t here, so hurry up and open the door for me. By the way, be gentle. Don’t break the kid for real. No, no, let me give the last few punches!”

At the thought that this kid dared to report Sister Shuyan’s online shop and make him unable to buy the spirit rice, he couldn’t help but want to punch Qi Hao a few times.

In the gym, Qi Hao, who had been beaten black and blue, lay weakly on the ground, gasping for breath. Hearing Brother Zhu’s voice, he thought he was saved, but then he heard the latter half of Brother Zhu’s sentence.

Qi Hao almost vomited blood!

What the hell did he do to deserve to be beaten up?

Qi Hao’s eyes were red as he looked at his brother with tears in his eyes. He wailed and continued to beg for mercy. “Brother… Brother… I really don’t dare anymore! I won’t throw anything away anymore. Didn’t I give you a few hundred bags of rice? Why can’t they compare with your bag?”

Zhu Bocheng, who was standing at the door and listening, couldn’t help but stumble at Qi Hao’s stupid words. F*ck, where did this stupid kid get the confidence to think that those hundred bags of rice could top one bag of spirit rice?

Could that rice compare with the spirit rice Sister Shuyan gave him?

Zhu Bocheng thought he would have to wait a while, but the door finally opened. He subconsciously flinched when he saw the tall and sturdy Qi Zhenbai, who was emitting cold air.

Damn, Zhenbai’s cold face was really quite scary. No wonder all the uncles in the Qi family were afraid of him.

Qi Zhenbai’s face softened a bit when he saw Zhu Bocheng. Zhu Bocheng couldn’t wait to see how Qi Hao was doing.

When he walked in, he saw the kid lying weakly on the ground, his face bruised and swollen. It was obvious that he had been badly beaten up. Zhu Bocheng couldn’t help but mourn for the kid.

Forget it, this kid was too miserable; he couldn’t be bothered to add a few more punches.

When Qi Hao saw Zhu Bocheng now, it was as if he was seeing his savior. Brother Zhu’s words just now must have been to help him, and he didn’t really want to hit him. Thinking this, Qi Hao couldn’t help but wail and pretend to be pitiful as he said to Zhu Bocheng, “Brother Zhu, I’m so miserable. My brother is going to kill me. It was just a bag of rice, right? What did I do wrong?”

Before Qi Hao finished complaining tearfully, Zhu Bocheng heard the words “It was just a bag of rice,” and the veins on his forehead twitched. He gritted his teeth and said, “Don’t say that again, or I’ll beat you up! Right, don’t let me see your face this week. If you do, I’ll teach you a lesson!”

Qi Hao was bewildered. What did he do wrong? Wasn’t it just a bag of rice?

Qi Zhenbai didn’t lecture Qi Hao anymore. However, he was called into the study by the old man. “What did Haozi do wrong?”

Qi Zhenbai was expressionless. Although he was a bit heavy-handed this time, it was still within what Qi Hao could endure. When this kid went to the burial mound last time, Qi Zhenbai already wanted to beat him up, to say nothing about the spirit rice. This matter concerned his wife, so he naturally couldn’t tell the old man the truth. He just narrowed his eyes and said, “His face has been pissing me off these days, so I took action!”

Grandpa Qi: …