For the first time in her life, the pain made Mrs. Sheng disregard her image completely. She sat on the ground and howled, "Song Zijin, your mother hit me! Aren't you going to do anything about it?"
"Zijin isn't home today," Aunt Song retorted. "It's no use throwing a tantrum on the ground, Mrs. Sheng. You came to my house looking for a beating."
"And can you blame me? Your son was supposed to accompany my daughter on her homecoming visit, but he just abandoned Yueyue and left."
"Couldn't she come back on her own? She has her own two feet, and the road is right there. If you can get here, why can't she?"
Mrs. Sheng was speechless. '...If Yueyue came back just like that, what face would she have left!'
"Oh, heavens above! Open your eyes and see how vicious the Old Song Family is! Ouch, owwww..."
Mr. Sheng and Uncle Song rushed over when they heard the commotion, only to find Mrs. Sheng on the ground, wailing to the heavens without a shred of dignity.
