"Your child is the one who should be in jail!" Senior Madame Yi shouted fiercely, "You've left our child in this state, I will never forgive you, just wait for your child to be sent to the reformatory!"
"You're really funny," Ye Xingbei scoffed, "Your eleven-year-old child beats an eight-year-old and a five-year-old and you think there's no need for him to go to the reformatory. But my eight-year-old and five-year-old, they fight a child of eleven and you say they should be sent to the reformatory. So, the reformatory is your home's personal property, or are you now the law?"
Senior Madame Yi, left speechless, held her chest while gasping for breath.
She caught her breath for a moment, then turned to Senior Master Yi, "Hurry, call Wang Chen, let him arrest all these troublemakers! They forced their way into our home, they are robbers! Let Wang Chen put them all in jail and not let one escape!"
