The night deepened.
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Dagang's Grandpa's gaze moved among the slightly bruised faces of the three people and finally settled on Zheng Sanqiao's face...
Feeling guilty, Zheng Sanqiao shrank her neck and muttered softly, "It was Luo Meiying who started the fight. If I had let her be without fighting back, wouldn't I be a fool?"
"Your daughter and son are both older than her. How could you go so far as to beat her like that? And to gang up on her with your daughter, do you have no shame?" Dagang's Grandpa's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, though his tone remained steady.
Guiltily glancing at him, Zheng Sanqiao didn't dare to talk back.
Having been married into Dalin Village for many years, she knew Dagang's Grandpa's temperament too well. If he had been yelling and lecturing in fury, it would have been a good sign—it meant he was only angry about the incident at hand, and it would be over once he had finished lecturing.
