"Chuntao, you have no idea, my third brother's leg... Rumors are flying everywhere; all the nearby villages know about it, and none who have daughters are willing to marry them to him," came the murmur from the corner. Upon seeing Chuntao look over, Jun Guo's wife shrank back and bowed her head.
Like a piece of backdrop cloth, Mo Junhua remains indifferent to the commotion his family is in over his affairs, even cold.
The family discussed back and forth, but could not come up with a good solution. Everybody was talking at once, this wouldn't work, that wouldn't work, and eventually, having run out of ideas, they all fell silent.
Mr. Mo puffed on his dry tobacco, sighing and hanging his head low.
