The old lady looked at the urn crashing to the ground and nearly fainted, fortunately Zhang Linmiao quickly supported her.
Han Xi clenched her fists tightly inside her pockets, she walked to the car, opened the trunk, and grabbed the baseball bat from inside to hit Zhang Min.
Zhang Min retreated continuously from the hits, each strike on her body causing her to grimace in pain: "Han Xi, are you crazy? Stop it right now."
"I let you smash my mother's urn, she's no longer here yet you won't let her rest in peace, Zhang Min, today I will beat you to death to avenge my mother."
Han Xi, emotionally out of control, swung the baseball bat wildly, the cold wind blowing her long hair into disarray.
Wen Yichen hurriedly picked up the urn from the ground and carefully inspected it: "Grandma, don't worry, Aunt's urn is undamaged."
Lu Jinghan walked over tenderly and held Han Xi, taking the baseball bat from her hand and throwing it to the ground: "Silly girl, stop crying, Mom's fine."
