Tian Guihua saw how wildly he was acting and quickly gave him a hard pinch around the waist:
"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down. We absolutely can't let anyone hear us."
"Right, right. Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know..."
When his gaze swept over Gao Jinghui, Xiao Aimin could no longer "know" anything.
He coughed and put on a stern expression again. "Xiao Hui, I'm counting on you for this. You absolutely must not tell anyone."
"Dad, don't worry. He wouldn't dare tell anyone." Su Qiao wasn't worried in the slightest.
Gao Jinghui gave Su Qiao a deep look, then nodded solemnly at Xiao Aimin and his wife.
"Uncle, Auntie, I've been back in the village for over a week now. Everyone outside has been cursing me, saying I steal chickens and dogs, that I steal other people's things, that I'm a thug, that all I know is how to fight and cause trouble, that I'm hopeless. They all look down on me. Only you have always believed I was a good person. I'm truly grateful to you."
"As for Xiao Qiao, even if you beat me to death, I would never tell anyone about this. If I ever let it slip, may lightning strike me and may I die a horrible death!"
Tian Guihua hurriedly said, "You child, why would you make such a vicious oath?"
"Your uncle was only worried. This matter is far too important—it concerns Xiao Qiao's life, after all. He had no choice but to be cautious. I hope you can understand."
"Auntie, I understand."
The usual arrogance and rebelliousness were absent from Gao Jinghui's face. Instead, he carried a steadiness uncommon for someone his age.
He glanced at Su Qiao and said, his face slightly flushed, "Besides, Xiao Qiao is