"Bro, what's wrong?"
Zheng Xiaomao finally noticed something off about Zheng Dazhi, craning his neck to ask. As Zheng Dazhi looked up, it startled him. Zheng Xiaomao jumped back a step.
Zheng Dazhi finally managed to suppress his anger and asked, "Where's your second brother?"
Mrs. Zheng replied, "He hasn't come back yet."
"What's he up to?"
Zheng Xiaomao rushed to say, "He said he was going to find someone to avenge Dad, he went to find..."
"Bullshit!"
With a loud "bang," everything on the square table—the teapot, tea cups, flashlight, mirror, comb, needles, threads—jumped into the air. Tea spilled, cups shattered, the flashlight fell over, and yellow tea flowed all across the table, dripping onto the floor. Tic-toc, tic-toc. No one in the room dared to speak.
