How could it be him? He looks so honest, like someone who's easy to bully. During the holidays, didn't everything he sent to our parents end up in his own mouth anyway?
Who would have thought he could do something like this, coming over in the middle of the night to hit him?
"Who else could it be?"
Father Ya looked at the two with cold eyes and retorted.
Just that day, they had gone to Ya Guman's house to make a fuss, and that night Ya Cangman was beaten up. How could it be such a coincidence?
"The damned bastard, daring to hit Cangman, I won't let him off!" Mother Ya, upon realizing it was her own less-favored son who hit her precious son, started howling.
"Tomorrow morning I must tell the clan leader to remove that scoundrel from the genealogy. Hitting his own brother, why doesn't he just die!"
"Enough! Aren't you done yet?!"
Father Ya's head was spinning from his wife's wailing.
