"Team Leader Huang, you and Teacher Zhuang are honest people. The factory arranged for you to live with this troublemaker, so you'd better be careful! Careful!"
At the end, he deliberately stressed his words, sounding both like advice and a warning.
Behind Huang Ling, Zhou Cheng frowned as he listened.
Once Wang Yong finished, his wife jumped in, screeching "Team Leader Huang" over and over as she disparaged Song Ying through the wall.
Caught in the middle, Huang Ling felt uncomfortable all over. She had no desire to get mixed up in this dispute; she only wanted to get on with moving and safely put the things in her hands inside the house.
Song Ying was beside herself with rage. With her head tilted slightly upward, she unleashed a torrent at Wang Yong and his wife.
Huang Ling took the opportunity to unlock the door.
Zhou Cheng gave Wang Yong atop the wall an indifferent glance without saying anything, then followed Huang Ling inside.
At first glance.
He had to admit, the new house was much more spacious than their old workers' dormitory.
Though it could not compare to the house he had lived in before, at least they had moved out of their pigeonhole and had more room to breathe.
Outside, Song Ying and Wang Yong were still trading foul-mouthed pleasantries, their battle growing fiercer.
Soon, Lin Wufeng stopped Song Ying and whispered something in her ear. Only then did her voice drop.
"Wang Yong, you spineless coward! You only dare bully honest people because Teacher Zhuang isn't home. You dog! Coward!"
Song Ying kept her voice extremely low. Huang Ling might not have heard, but Zhou Cheng heard her clearly.
This was a common occurrence in this era.
Without a man at home, other people had fewer reservations.