Yuan Chun was wailing loudly, her heart breaking, attracting many onlookers.
This area was inhabited by the families of steel factory workers. With the factory's end-of-work bell just rung, employees were gradually leaving the premises.
"The Zhong couple is so biased, look at how they've driven Yuan Chun into a corner. They're going to drive the child to despair."
"Old Zhong makes over forty yuan a month. The Zhong family still assembles matchboxes. With the two of them raising four kids, if they tighten their belts, it's enough. There's no need for a child to pick up trash to earn money for groceries."
"Exactly, having a child work from dawn to dusk to support the family is indeed not right."
"Isn't it just because Yuan Chun has a soft nature and is easy to bully? Otherwise, why don't they have their younger daughter pick up trash?"
