Their gazes swept over with immense pressure. The father and son could feel that the eyes of the villagers of Oriole Village were very turbid. Their hard expressions were like dead wood, and their eyes were like holes dug out of dead wood, dark and lifeless.
Shen Yifeng frowned. The feeling of being stared at by a group of expressionless people was really uncomfortable!
"Feng'er, pretend that nothing happened. Continue walking." Seeing that the villagers were only looking at them and didn't do anything else, Shen Liu'an lowered his voice and whispered in Shen Yifeng's ear.
With Shen Liu'an on his back, Shen Yifeng nodded and continued walking forward.
With every step they took, the villagers would catch up to them.
Every family was either standing on the street or at the window. They stared at them through the window, their eyes following the footsteps of the father and son.
