"What? If you hadn't come from my belly, I would have strangled you to death long ago!"

Zhao Xiaocao snorted coldly again, "Then why don't you strangle me? All these years, I'd rather be dead than live in the Zhao family."

A child actually had suicidal thoughts.

Standing in the crowd, Zhao Ergou couldn't help but take another look at Zhao Xiaocao.

He hesitated and was about to step forward when he was stopped by Song, who had rushed over.

"Ergou, hold the baby for a bit, I need to go to the outhouse."

Song shoved the child in her arms into Zhao Ergou's arms and ran away in a hurry before Zhao Ergou could say anything.

Zhao Ergou looked at his chubby, handsome son in his arms, who was smiling innocently at him.

The gloom in Zhao Ergou's heart slowly dissipated.

"Oh dear, little grass, what's wrong with you? Your parents raised you up not so you could go and kill yourself."

"This child is such an ingrate, I've raised him for nothing."

"Yes, instead of taking good care of their parents, they say such hurtful things."

Among the crowd were several elderly women from the villages who were known for their gossip.

When you see your child make a mistake, you can't help but want to scold them.

Zhao Xiaoyuan's already cold heart grew even colder, and a strong sense of grievance suddenly swept over her entire body.

She bit her lip, stubbornly holding back her tears.

Zhao Wanzi was already furious; she was definitely on Xiaocao's side.

Because only she knew how difficult it was for Xiaocao at home.

She glanced at the elderly people, then ran to Zhao Xiaocao's side, grabbed her arm, and pulled up her sleeve.

"What do you know before making these nonsensical comments? Does any mother really go to such lengths to kill her child?!"

On Zhao Xiaocao's two arms, dense blue and purple marks had suddenly appeared.

They were obviously beaten with sticks, and some were even pinched.

Moreover, when the child raised his arm, the bones were protruding. Both arms had new and old injuries, clearly indicating long-term abuse.

Zhao Yanniang rushed over, examined the wound carefully, and felt heartbroken.

"Oh my God, Mrs. Cheng, you are so cruel! How could you be so heartless as to beat a child like this!"

Zhao Yanniang only had one son in her life, and sometimes she envied other families who had daughters.

She initially disliked Zhao Xiaocao, finding the child annoying and just as sharp-tongued as her mother.

But then I thought about it, and realized that Zhao Xiaocao was still just a child.

If a child doesn't behave well, it's definitely related to her mother's discipline.

The older women who had previously reprimanded Zhao Xiaocao awkwardly shut their mouths and remained silent.

Cheng was utterly humiliated in front of the villagers, but she still retorted, "Whose child doesn't get beaten? Don't you beat your children at home too?"

Tiezi's mother said irritably, "My Tiedan is very tough, and I've never been willing to hit him like you do. How can Xiaocao, a girl, be as tough as a boy?"

"Yes, I often see Zhao Xiaocao looking pitiful; it seems she's not having a good time at home."

Finally, some of the older women in the crowd were willing to say a few words of justice for Zhao Xiaocao.