The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

This time, many people in the village saw it.

One door after another was pushed open.

The elderly, idlers, and women who hadn't left yet all craned their necks to look in that direction.

the other side.

"Beep—beep—"

Yan Cong sat in the driver's seat and looked outside.

The old lady was still busy in that little vegetable garden.

She was bent over, clutching a handful of freshly picked water spinach in her hand, muttering to herself.

"I wonder how Little Bear is doing in Nanjing..."

"That's the heartland; we should be able to survive there a little longer..."

Yan Cong looked at her, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He honked the horn twice.

The old woman frowned.

She assumed someone had driven away from the village again and didn't pay any attention, continuing to pick vegetables with her head down.

Until a voice came from the roadside.

"grandmother--"

The old woman's hand, which was picking vegetables, stopped in mid-air.

She froze for a few seconds before turning her head.

Beside the dirt road.

Yan Cong leaned against a very luxurious car and smiled at her.

"Ouch!"

"A teddy bear?"

The old woman hurriedly came out of the vegetable garden.

The mud on her shoes stuck to the soles, but she didn't bother to brush it off and quickly walked up to Yan Cong.

She looked at him, called out again, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"A teddy bear?"

Yan Cong nodded with a smile.

"It's me!"

The old woman wanted to reach out and touch his face.

But she had just finished picking vegetables, and her hands were covered in mud.

The hand was raised halfway, then retracted and wiped several times on the apron.

"Why are you back?"

Yan Cong directly grasped her hand and put his arm around her shoulder.

It's the same old story.

"I just missed you, didn't I?"

"Why did you come back, child?"

Grandma wiped away her tears, her voice trembling with anxiety.

"I've heard it all; a lot of Japanese soldiers are going to invade in a few days!"

"The border is not safe!"

"Why did you come back?!"

Yan Cong was still smiling.

"Can't I have your steamed egg custard?"

The old woman was so angry she laughed.

She didn't care if her hands were muddy or not, and simply bent her finger and tapped him on the forehead.

"You're just being sarcastic!"

Yan Cong rubbed his head and grinned mischievously.

"So, are you going to make it for me or not?"

The old lady rolled her eyes.

"Eat, eat, eat!"

"What time is it? Still thinking about food!"

That's what they say.

Her smile never faded, and she was already heading towards the kitchen.

Yan Cong quickly grabbed her.

"Grandma, come here."

He opened the car door, a smug look on his face.

"Sit down."

"A car worth millions!"

"Several...millions?"

The old woman shuddered, and her voice changed.

"That's right!"

Yan Cong's lips were practically curled up to the sky.

"We've really made something of ourselves now."

"Did you see the envious looks on their faces?"

The old woman then realized that a crowd had gathered around her.

Most of them are elderly people who can't leave.

They were pointing and gesturing in this direction.

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

"Wow, it really is a car worth millions?"

"Pshaw, so what if it's a few million?"

"With things so chaotic outside, it's probably been stolen!"

"Even if it wasn't stolen, you all know what that brat Yan Cong is doing."

"This money...it's ill-gotten!"

Upon hearing this, the old lady immediately put her hands on her hips.

Musou Mode activated!

"What are you yelling about!"

"You bunch of old, jealous sour grapes!"

"So you're just being sarcastic because you don't have any, huh?!"

"What?!"

"Is the money I, Little Bear, earn through my own body ill-gotten gains?!"

"Then what does 'correct' even mean?!"

She looked at an old man, pointed her finger at him, and started cursing.

"You think it's right for your grandson to be a good son, collecting swill all day long?!"

"That sour, pungent smell is definitely authentic!"

"And you!"

She then turned to another old lady.

"Your granddaughter could be a prostitute!"

"So what if my grandson can't be a high-quality male model?!"

"Who's more noble than whom?!"

"No matter how bad it is, my grandson can still drive this multi-million dollar car back for me to ride in!"

"They deposit at least a six-figure sum into my account every month!"

"Where's your granddaughter?!"

"Did I even bother with you?!"

"And you..."

Yan Cong leaned against the car, watching with a smile as the old lady went all out.

He didn't stop him.

They couldn't bear to stop them.

The old lady knew all too well how bad his reputation had become over the years.

But every time I hear someone say something bad about me...

She was always the first one to grab a broom and rush out.

They chased after him, hitting and cursing at the same time.

Even if you win an argument, you still have to chase after the other person to their door and spit on them a couple of times.

As Yan Cong watched, his throat tightened.

"very nice……"

After the old lady's barrage of questions...

The group was completely defeated and slunk away.

Yan Cong quickly went over and patted her back.

"Okay!"

"Grandma, don't be angry!"

"It's not worth ruining your health over those guys!"

"Too!"

The old woman gave a heavy snort.

Then she laughed again.

"Little bear, are you hungry?"

"Grandma will go cook for you!"

"Eh—"

Yan Cong quickly grabbed her.

"Grandma, you haven't gotten on the bus yet!"

The old lady wiped her hands.

She glanced at the luxurious and clean interior, then looked down at her dirty clothes from just coming out of the vegetable garden.

Finally, she smiled and waved.

"Where should I sit?"

"Such a nice car, I'd just get it dirty if I sat in it."

Yan Cong looked at her, his eyes stinging.

She didn't mind that he was dirty.

Even if the whole village is talking behind her back, she can still yell back.

But she had just been in the vegetable garden and was afraid of getting his car dirty.

"grandmother."

Yan Cong lowered his voice.

"You don't mind that I'm dirty?"

"If I thought you were dirty because of something so trivial, I'd deserve to die a thousand deaths."

"Please sit down."

The old woman looked at him for a while before slowly sitting down.

She couldn't understand any of it—the soft seats, the shiny interior.

But she knew.

But she knew it was a gift from her grandson.

Yan Cong leaned against the car door, smiling smugly.

"Grandma, we've finally made something of ourselves, haven't we?"

The old woman rolled her eyes at him.

"What kind of inhuman person are you?"

"Your safety and well-being are the greatest virtues of a human being."

Yan Cong's smile faltered for a moment.

Soon, he grinned again.

"Then you'll definitely be safe."