Sun Tiezhu opened his mouth, but it took him a long while before he angrily retorted, "Even so, you shouldn't have beaten her up like this."
Zhang Huai mocked, "Do you think your mother just lay on the ground and let people beat her? Look at Zhao Feng, and look at Third Aunt's face. If my mother hadn't come over, what kind of state would your mother have beaten Third Aunt and her son into? There's nothing more to say about this. In a fight, one side always gains the upper hand. You can't say that whoever loses is right, and whoever wins is wrong, can you? If your mother hadn't insulted Yangzi and the other children first, would Third Aunt have gone up and hit her?"
As the adults bickered endlessly, Zhao Feng, who had been burying his face in his mother's arms crying his heart out, looked up and wailed even louder when he saw his father. Pointing a little finger at Liu'er's mother, he choked back his sobs and stammered brokenly to Zhao San, "Beat... to deff... beat..."
