Shen Meng furrowed her brows; hadn't Wu Xianglan always been able to keep Lu Jiahe in check? Why had they suddenly started fighting? Since this morning, one could tell it was severe—like their brains would be beaten out. In fights between men and women, it is usually the women who suffer, and even though Wu Xianglan was formidable, she was no match for the robust laborer, Lu Jiahe.
"Why did they suddenly start fighting? Over what?"
"Wu-wu-wu, Dad wanted money and asked mom for it. She didn't give him any, so today he didn't go to work and instead stayed home rummaging through the money mom had hidden. I and my little sister tried to stop him but we were hit too. When mom returned from work, my sister and I told her what happened, and then they started fighting."
Yong Qiang spoke through sobs, his little face pinched like orange peel with two deep bruises on his forehead, making it clear the children too had been hit.
