"Shut up! Cry out one more time and see what happens!" Jindou said with a cold face.
Jinguan was frightened, swallowing his sobs back into his stomach, daring only to whimper softly.
"Such a serious matter has happened at home, and you were still able to sleep until noon? Jinguan, do you even have a conscience? Mom always said you were young and spoiled you. We, as your brothers, indulged you, and now have we just raised you to be so heartless? Don't you know the situation at home now? Mom doesn't want us anymore! Whether Dad lives or dies is still up to fate! Don't you care at all? Have you ever thought about it, if something happens to Dad, we three brothers will be left without parents! Huh? Have a little heart!"
After beating Jinguan and dropping these words, Jindou wiped away his tears, left the room, and tried to act as if nothing had happened, carrying an ax to chop firewood.
He channeled all the helplessness, fear, and rage into splitting the firewood.
