Ye Zhiguo put Ye Hua down and turned to go back, but Shen Yanhong was anxious. "There are so many people in the house. Someone will deal with those three hooligans. Xiao Hua's hand is important. If you are late, it won't be able to catch it properly."

"Take Xiaohua to the hospital!"

Ye Zhiguo decided to stay and deal with the three thugs, and also to appease Ye Qingqing, otherwise the girl would become increasingly difficult to control, and there would be more and more trouble over the next three years.

"How am I supposed to take care of her all by myself?" Shen Yanhong couldn't believe her ears.

Ye Hua is not a three-year-old child, but a thirteen-year-old girl who is also so fat. She can't carry her at all. How can she get her to the hospital?

"I'll take you to the intersection to catch a taxi."

Ye Zhiguo went into the house first and smiled warmly at Ye Qingqing. "Qingqing, Dad will take your Aunt Chen to the intersection to hail a taxi. I'll be right back!"

"I don't have an aunt with the surname Chen. You can come back or not, it's up to you." Ye Qingqing's face darkened, and her tone became unpleasant.

Ye Zhiguo's expression changed slightly. He gritted his teeth and smiled even more warmly. "You hit Ye Hua's hand so badly. Dad can't just ignore it, can he? Mom, please talk to Qingqing. I'll be right back."

"That little beast deserved it! I just want to break his neck!"

Ye Qingqing's soft mutterings were heard by Ye Zhiguo. He turned around, his warm smile vanished instantly, replaced by a cold and sinister look, and his eyes flashed with a chilling light.

Shen Yanhong felt a chill run down her spine and dared not complain any further.

Ye Zhiguo had this same expression when Xu Yali died, and he also had the same expression when that scapegoat Ye Mingcheng was arrested by the police.

Although Shen Yanhong was a little scared, she quickly became happy.

That little bitch angered Ye Zhiguo; she's definitely not going to have a good ending!

She's waiting!

Ye Zhiguo returned quickly. The three thugs sat on the ground dejectedly, their hands and feet tightly bound. The kind-hearted neighbors did not leave but kept an eye on the three thugs.

"I think we should call the police and send them to jail!" someone suggested.

Others shook their heads, saying, "They probably won't be locked up for long and will have to be released. It won't deter them at all!"

"Then what should we do?"

"Let's call the police; we can't resort to vigilante justice."

In the end, everyone reached a consensus and decided to call the police. If it weren't for the law, they really wanted to teach these three thugs a lesson so that they would never forget it and never dare to harm anyone again!

Ye Qingqing couldn't swallow this insult. If vigilante justice wasn't an option, then she'd try something different.

Ye Zhiguo dialed 110 and gave his home address. Ye Qingqing found a few long and beautiful chicken feathers in the yard. Every time the old lady killed a chicken, she would dry the chicken feathers and collect them. When the chicken feather collector came, the feathers from one chicken could be exchanged for a few cents.

"Let them have some fun!"

Ye Qingqing distributed the chicken feathers to the others, took off the shoes and socks of the three hooligans, and gently brushed the chicken feathers on the soles of their feet. She brushed the shortest and fattest one, who wanted to give her aphrodisiacs. Now she would let this fatso have some fun!

"Haha...haha...no...haha..."

With a flick of the feather brush, the fat man couldn't help but burst into laughter, which eventually turned into a loud, unstoppable laugh. Tears and snot streamed down his face, and he looked extremely pained, yet he was still laughing heartily.

Others who found it interesting followed suit, and the other two hooligans also laughed nonstop until their stomachs hurt and their mouths ached. But as long as the feather brush was being brushed, they would keep laughing.