Sun Jinshan trembled with anger. If Liu'er's mother had been perfectly fine, his pent-up resentment would naturally have been taken out on her—who told her to have such a foul mouth? But she had been beaten to within an inch of her life. Was he really expected to apologize to others?
"Don't give me that easy talk," he shot back. "Your wife isn't the one lying there, so of course it's easy for you to say. If Tie Zhu's mother takes a turn for the worse, this won't just end with a simple fight between us."
Zhang Dashuan was just about to speak when He took a step forward. She rolled up her sleeves and said, "What's the point of this empty talk? You don't need to bother waiting for later. Let's keep fighting right now, until someone dies. If this woman dies, I'll pay for her life with mine. Our sons and grandsons are all grown anyway, so I'll have people to send me off when I die."
