Zhang Huixiang's imperious tone annoyed Jingxing. The soldier behind him, observing his expression, said in a firm and clear voice, "Madam, this is a society governed by law. Even when disciplining your daughter, you must be civilized and reasonable."
Zhang Huixiang's bandit-like nature came to the fore.
"You think you can't even discipline my own daughter? You mean you can? What's your relationship with her that gives you the right to interfere?"
She glared at Linghu Lan fiercely: "You little vixen, you're always causing me trouble, why aren't you home yet!"
Jingxing frowned slightly. Was this a mother scolding her daughter for being a little vixen?
Linghu Lan calmly said, "Mom! You came out with a kitchen knife to lecture me? Where's the rolling pin?"
A rolling pin?
Jing Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing across them.
In just a short while, a group of people had gathered around.
After observing the situation, he quickly assessed the circumstances.
"Xuefeng's wife, is this how you raise your child? You're supposed to be a mother, but you're not even as good as a child."
"Disciplining children is one thing, but using a knife is inappropriate."
"Look at the way you're carrying a knife!"
Zhang Huixiang's face was flushed and pale; she had lost all face today.
"I didn't hit him, I was just trying to scare him."
knife……
Zhang Huixiang wanted to let go, but she was afraid that someone would take it away if she did, so she held on tightly to it.
Among the crowd, those who were close to Zhang Huixiang were also busy criticizing Linghu Lan.
“Which mother doesn’t discipline her daughter? Look at you, your mother just scared you a little, and you ran away. You don’t give your mother any face. What kind of daughter are you?”
"That's right, your mom is doing it all for your own good."
“Lingyun has been wild since he was a child, and he’s still this wild now that he’s grown up. I think Xuefeng’s wife should keep an eye on him. If she doesn’t, he’ll be tearing the roof off sooner or later.”
Linghu Lan glanced around indifferently. Among these people trying to mediate the fight, none of their daughters were in high school. Most of them had only finished junior high school and would marry their daughters off in a year or two. The preference for sons over daughters was a widespread trend.
These are the people who spread the rumors that Zhang Huixiang's daughter's education was useless. They didn't want to support their daughter, nor did they want other people's daughters to succeed, making them seem selfish and incompetent.
Linghu Lan indifferently rolled up her sleeves, revealing two slender arms covered in bluish-purple marks, some of which were old injuries from adulthood.
Jing Xing was truly enraged; his fingers twitched almost imperceptibly.
Everyone gasped, and the crowd erupted in an uproar.
"Xuefeng's wife, you beat the child like this, and you say it was just to scare him? Is this how you scare someone?"
"Tsk tsk, that's really ruthless. How could someone be so cruel?"
"I knew it! I wouldn't dare hit my daughter like that. It's enough to discipline a child with a little bit of physical punishment. How could I actually hit her?"
Someone who was close to Zhang Huixiang sensed something was wrong and quickly asked, "Why did your mother hit you?"
Zhang Huixiang's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly said, "She deliberately kicked down the door when she was in a bad mood. She's naughty all day long, she can climb on the roof and tear off the tiles. She runs away as soon as you talk to her. Lingyun deserves a beating."
Linghu Lan couldn't help but chuckle.
When it comes to passing the buck, Zhang Huixiang is the best in the whole village!
"Mom, if you hadn't locked me in the room, would I have broken the door? It's the registration period for the new semester for my fourth grandfather, Uncle Li, Aunt Zhang, and Uncle Ma. My mom locked me in the room for three days, beating and scolding me, not wanting me to go to school. I was so hungry that I couldn't stand it anymore, so I opened the door and came out to find something to eat."
Zhang Huixiang was furious. How could she not have realized that her daughter, who was usually so quiet and unyielding, was not only sharp-tongued but also capable of framing others?
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