Mr. Zhang rushed over and grabbed Zhang Xin: "Zhang Xin! Stop it right now!"
Zhang Xin's eyes were red from the fight, and she glared fiercely at Zhang Zhao.
Zhang Zhao was hunched over, veins popping out on his forehead, his face bruised and battered. He struggled to lift his head and look at the furious Zhang Xin, his mouth quivering as he sobbed in grievance, "Sis, I'm telling the truth."
Zhang Xin was so angry she jumped, trying to break free to kick him again.
Mr. Zhang was at his wit's end, holding onto Zhang Xin tightly. The housemaid heard the commotion and hurried over to help, joining Mr. Zhang in restraining Zhang Xin.
Mr. Zhang was almost going mad from anger, shouting at Zhang Xin, "Are you crazy? Do you want to kill him? He's your brother! What's going on here? Can violence solve the problem?"
Zhang Xin glared, spitting out through gritted teeth, "He's my brother? Is he worthy? Bah!"
