A qiu dashed out in a hurry, but ended up bumping into Mrs. Li Zhou on her way back.
Mrs. Li Zhou used to cherish this youngest son of hers, but now her face was cold: "Where are you going?"
"I..."
A qiu was frightened by his mother's icy demeanor and shrank his neck back, while Mrs. Zhang, coming out from inside, quickly said, "He's going to betray us, telling that little beast we're plotting against him!"
"Slap!"
A crisp sound echoed in the air, and A qiu held his reddened and swollen cheek, looking at his fierce mother, and burst into tears, "Mother—"
"You ungrateful little brat, siding with outsiders, what is Li Qingmu to you that you feel compelled to tip him off? He has cut ties with our family, yet you still shamelessly cozy up to him? Useless thing!"
"Mother... sob, this is harmful... Third Brother will die... sob sob sob..."
