Hearing Rong’s words, An Ran turned her head as if just seeing the two people, ignored the contempt in Rong’s eyes, and playfully said, "That’s because your mom doesn’t have a man, so she has to carry two bags of rice herself. But Aunt Ran is different; Aunt Ran has a husband, a man. Look, this is my man. Not to ntion these bags, even if Aunt Ran can’t walk now, he’d have to carry ho up the stairs."
As she spoke, An Ran hooked her arm around Mu Xingfeng’s arm, hanging onto him.
If it weren’t for being in the Guard Team and fearing a bad influence, she would actually want to jump onto his back.
Hearing An Ran’s words, Rong’s eyes almost ignited. If his mother hadn’t told him not to confront Aunt Ran in front of his father, otherwise, his father wouldn’t like him, he would really want to go up and bite her.
Despite his efforts to suppress it, his small eyebrows furrowed, "My mom has a man. My mom’s man is my dad. Aunt Ran is shaless, such a big person still needs soone to carry her. Little Hai didn’t need anyone to carry him when he was three."
Mu Xingfeng knew An Ran didn’t like Wang Xia and her son, although she wasn’t wrong. If she wanted him to carry her, he would do it. But saying this to a child seed a bit inappropriate.
After all, Wang Xia and her son were the family of his comrade, and moreover, Wang Xia had co to terms with it. An Ran’s remark about her not having a man rubbed him the wrong way.
"But your dad..."
"Miss An," An Ran’s words were interrupted by Wang Xia. She looked at An Ran with red eyes and pleading eyes, tears sparkling in them as if they would fall any mont, yet stubbornly held in, making her quite pitiable.
"Miss An, Rong is just a child. Whatever he says, please don’t take it to heart. Also, please don’t speak of my man that way. He is a hero, and he lives forever in my heart."
Looking at Wang Xia’s pitiful expression, An Ran only wanted to sneer. If she hadn’t misheard, Wang Xia said "forever in her heart," not "forever alive in her heart." So could she interpret it that even if Mu Xingfeng marries her or not, Xingfeng would still have a place in Wang Xia’s heart?
Thinking this, An Ran felt as if she had swallowed a fly, nauseated.
"Wang Xia, don’t you understand what I ant? Or do you want to make it clearer in front of Mu Xingfeng and your son? Then let make it clearer, Wang Xia, your man he..."
"That’s enough," An Ran was suddenly interrupted again by a cold voice, as Jia Chenggang walked over.
He had just gone to park the car, and when he returned to the elentary school, he couldn’t find Wang Xia and her son. As he walked this way, he heard An Ran’s aggressive words.
Seeing Wang Xia with red eyes, almost collapsing, Jia Chenggang felt his heart pierced with pain.
Haigang was a martyr, sacrificing for the country. Wang Xia and her son are a martyr’s widow and orphan, deserving of respect.
Yet An Ran bullied her and her son like this, still in the courtyard of the Guard Team.
Looking at Mu Xingfeng behind An Ran, Jia Chenggang’s gaze deepened with an icy cold, "Miss An, as a family mber of a Guard Team mber, you should first have a correct mindset. Your ideological construction is inadequate, directly impacting the honor of the entire Guard Team."
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