The old madam stood at the doorway, her face purple with rage. 'What a disgrace, what a complete disgrace!'
The eldest aunt hurried forward to pull Ms. Qian away, shouting sharply, "That's enough! Stop hitting her. Are you really going to beat her to death?"
Meanwhile, Gu Zhang saw Gu Zhong's fists raining down on Shanzimama. This was getting out of hand. He went over and grabbed Gu Zhong. "Brother, you've let off some steam. That's enough. Any more and you'll kill someone."
"We should be thinking about how to solve this."
Gu Zhong released his grip and stood there, panting. He was tired from the beating and had no strength left.
Shanzimama clung to Shanzi, crying incessantly.
The courtyard was now packed with people, from the oldest to the youngest. Not a single person was missing—the gossip was just too juicy.
Gu Fei sighed. 'If this were the modern era, what happened to Xing'er would be no big deal at all.'
