Chapter 17

"Sha Zhu, that idiot, has finally been beaten up by someone!"

"But I'll have to give Chen Tian a wide berth from now on too."

Recalling the crisp and decisive movements of the other party, along with the miserable sight of Sha Zhu's blood-covered face, Xu Damao felt a sense of trepidation.

Although he had plenty of devious ideas in his daily life, his actual combat ability was almost not worth mentioning.

He could only lower his head in front of Sha Zhu, let alone before someone as formidable as Chen Tian.

However, the fact that Sha Zhu had been beaten today made him very happy.

Returning to the Jia family side, Qin Huairu also stepped into her home.

Seeing her return empty-handed, Mrs. Jia couldn't help but start cursing aloud.

"You useless jinx, you can't even get a simple thing done!"

"Sha Zhu is also an idiot, to have been beaten down just like that!"

"And that so-called First Uncle, bah, he's absolutely useless!"

"Just a piece of trash; he didn't even dare to speak up when he encountered Chen Tian!"

"Some 'senior engineer'—it's just a title with no real use."

Thinking of the smell of meat from earlier, the more Mrs. Jia thought about it, the angrier she became.

"My dear grandson, come here quickly!"

"You're just a little kid right now; even if you take some of their things, they wouldn't dare do anything to you."

Mrs. Jia instructed her grandson, Bang Geng, in this manner.

"Tomorrow, while that bastard is at work, you go into his house and bring all the meat over."

"That brat got a lot of money today, so his house must have plenty of good things—remember to bring them all over!"

"Our family can't compare to theirs, so it's only right and proper that their family helps us out."

Hearing her mother-in-law say this, Qin Huairu, who was standing to the side, was stunned.

No matter how much of a jerk one is, one shouldn't let their own grandson go steal things!

"Mother, isn't it going too far to say that? You have to know that Bang Geng is just a child."

"What 'too far'? This is a matter of course, isn't it?"

"You, as a mother, are useless—could it be that your son is just as useless?"

"If you were able to get the meat back, would there be any need for your son to do it?"

"Isn't all of this because you, as a mother, are too useless?"