Seeing that no one moved, she pounced on Grandma Si with her teeth bared. Qi Rong hesitated at the door for a long time because he didn't dare to go forward and was worried. Grandpa Si just wanted to support Grandma Si, but in fact he was anxious to death and wanted to rush forward to hug his eldest grandson.

Seeing that their eldest grandson and son were about to suffer, the two of them could no longer care about anything else and almost ran over. They both reached out and grabbed Gouwazi's arm at the same time, pulling him to the side and avoiding the shrew's attack.

She had forgotten about the thin and pitiful little girl, and Rong Qing kicked the shrew far away at the right time!

Rong Qing's force was not small and it was extremely painful. It would take at least five minutes to recover. But if you really checked, you would definitely not find any injuries.

Grandpa Si glanced at Rong Qing, with admiration flashing in his eyes. He didn't expect that the delicate and soft little girl actually had some skills.

They heard the villagers' discussion:

"It's deserved, it's truly deserved. Our village's reputation and simple folk customs have been ruined by the Han and Du families. They are worse than animals. Even if these two children are not your biological children, you shouldn't treat them like that. It's infuriating just thinking about it."

"They're such bastards! The village chief has tried to intervene several times, and every time, Feng Cuihua and Tian Dahua acted like shrews, throwing tantrums and threatening people with knives or hanging themselves or drinking pesticides."

"What bad luck! These two kids are so pitiful. If they continue like this, they'll be tortured to death sooner or later. Looks like someone is coming to take care of them."

"Can anyone tell me why there's a car suddenly coming to our village? What's going on?"

"Hey, can you please save these two poor children this time?"

Qi Rong came to the group of people who were discussing the most lively matter at the right time, and began to learn about her son's experiences in recent years through them. Every time she heard something, she almost fainted from heartache, her hands clenched tightly, and her nails dug deep into the flesh.

“Tick, tick…”

Drops of bright red blood fell on the white snow at her feet, and soon dyed a large area red with blood. She seemed to feel no pain. Every word she just heard was deeply engraved in her mind, and at the same time turned into countless fine needles, drilling into her body, causing her so much pain that she wished she could die immediately.