The boys lay on the ground, some wailing loudly, others unwilling to concede.
One of them stood up, gritting his teeth.
He pointed viciously at Zhi'er and said, "Just you wait, I'll tell my mom, and she'll beat you so badly you won't be able to leave this village!"
Zhi'er put her small hands on her hips: "Then go get her now. I'd like to see what kind of parents raise a brat like you!"
The little boy was so angry that he wanted to curse Zhi'er a few more times.
But seeing those dogs beside her, baring their teeth like mad,
he had no choice but to swallow his rage: "Let's go! We'll find my mom!"
The boy ran off with his companions.
He dashed home, loudly shouting his grievances.
"Mom! Mom, someone bullied me!" he pushed open the door, only to be surprised by the scene before him.
His mother, who had always been dominant and overbearing in the village, was inexplicably lying in bed with her head bleeding!
