And so, the entire Qin family fled. Along the way, many people stopped to ask them questions and followed them.
They arrived at the Qian family's house.
A large crowd had already gathered, all craning their necks to look inside, just like a celebrity concert, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.
Qin Chuan pulled Yun Ling and squeezed in, standing on the innermost floor.
The ball started spinning as soon as the camera started rolling.
Upon entering, one sees the Qian family's floor in a mess: hoes, enamel basins, cups, broken bowls and chopsticks, and food scraps.
At one end were Qian Mingda and his wife. Qian Mingda still had a handprint on his face, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a bloodstain on his forehead. His clothes were wrinkled. Behind him stood a well-dressed middle-aged couple.
On the other end was Aunt Qian's family, their hair disheveled, their clothes torn and deformed, their faces red and necks thick, glaring angrily at the people opposite them.
As soon as she saw the brigade leader arrive, Aunt Qian immediately wailed, "Brigade leader, you must do justice for me! Mingda ran home for no reason and then accused me of switching children. How could I do something so heartless?"
She cried so sincerely and pitifully.
Qian Mingda sneered and said angrily, "You treat me like your own child, but you won't let me go to school. From a young age, there was no food or drink at home, but I never got any. I was the one who did all the housework. While my older sister played outside, I did all the housework. At first, I thought you were different from others and favored girls over boys. But after Mingli was born, I realized that you just don't like me and hate me."
He glared at his "mother" with resentment.
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