"Son, go to town and report to the police." Li Yanan tossed aside the broom that she had already smashed and said to Chen Hao.
"I'll go right now." Chen Hao pushed out his bicycle, and the villagers made space for him. Chen Hao pedaled forcefully and rushed toward town.
Chen Dali's face was pale, clutching his crotch with his head hanging down, his eyes filled with despair.
"Uncle, save me. I know I was wrong, I really know it." Hearing that they would report to the police, Chen Dali finally reacted. "Please don't send me to prison, I swear I won't dare anymore."
"I'm begging you, let me go!" Chen Dali endured the severe pain, knelt down and kowtowed to Chen Chuan and Li Yanan, begging them to spare him.
Uncle Li puffed on his dry tobacco, shaking his head and sighing. "You've brought this upon yourself."
