"Li Dahua, what's with that look on your face? If you hadn't tempted your little brother with money, would he have gone astray at such a young age?"
Mrs. Li opened her gap-toothed mouth and pointed a fat finger at her eldest daughter, telling her off.
"Mom, you've always thought it was wrong for me to bring money back to our family?" Aunt Dong looked at her mother in disbelief.
"It *is* your fault. If it weren't for you, how could your brother have thrown his weight around and bullied people?
We're the Li family, we're so poor. Where would he have met all that riffraff?"
Mr. Li raised his hand as if to strike his eldest daughter, but his hand froze mid-air. He clenched it into a fist, the veins on it throbbing.
It trembled before he finally lowered it, coughing in anger. "You… just go ask Jianping to get your brother out! We won't blame you anymore then."
