There was a loud noise, and Yin Yan was kicked so hard that he hit the courtyard wall. The five-year-old girl Yin Xiaotang, who was tightly protecting her in her arms, cried out in fright, her little face buried in the crook of his neck, and her whole body was shaking like chaff. "Cry, cry, cry! Cry like your mother! You are a loser!" Wang Defa put his hands on his waist, his face was squeezed into a ball with anger, spittle was spitting out of his mouth, and curse words came out as if he wanted no money, "Yin Yan, you are a loser, you live on my own, you can't even pay the rent, and you still carry such a small oil bottle, do you really think that I am a philanthropist?"
Yin Yan gritted his teeth and stood up slowly while leaning on the wall. His forehead was bruised and blood mixed with rain dripped down, blurring his vision. He didn't dare to refute, he just hugged Xiaotang in his arms tighter, and his voice was very hoarse: "Uncle Wang, please, Xiaotang has a high fever, and his whole body is hot. It rained too much today. You let us stay one more night. Even if I go to the construction site tomorrow to move bricks, I will give you the money, okay?"
