In the main room, Shen Meng sat on a chair with Lu Mingyang, Lu Mingliang, and Lu Mingfang sitting in order from her left, and Lu Mingkai clinging tightly to her right. His little hands were wrapped around her arm, and his face buried in her bosom—he was angry.
Shen Meng's head was aching, her hand constantly pressing down on the wound where a nerve was throbbing at this moment.
Lu Zhenping placed his bag on the ground and was about to turn around to talk to his wife and children when the courtyard gate was knocked on again. Seeing his wife and the four children sitting in a row, showing no intention of getting up, he decided to go out by himself.
Lu Jiasheng stood at the doorway, somewhat nervously holding twenty-eight yuan. He had just told Xie Jinghao that his elder sister-in-law had been beaten twice. In anger, his wife had bent down to pick up a shoe from the ground and hurled it at him, which made him also feel guilty.
