Xinghua was clearly aware of Mo Chengfu's tricks. She glanced at the little girl whose hand Second Aunt Mo was holding, paused for a moment, then took Xiao Man's hand and hurried away with her.
They had only gone a few dozen steps when the sounds of the argument behind them abruptly changed. First came Second Aunt Mo's shrill, ghost-like shrieks, followed by Mo Laoer's panicked shouts of, "Run! Run!" Then came the terrified wails of the three children, crying for their mom and dad.
The two girls turned to look. In front of the herb garden's main gate, Mo Laoer and Second Aunt Mo were leading their three children in a frantic dash away. They all had their arms wrapped around their heads, running as fast as their legs could carry them. Meanwhile, Mo Chengfu stood beside the stone pillar of the iron gate with his arms crossed, impassively watching the spectacle...
