"You call her what? How dare you call my daughter that, damn it, it was clearly your son who nearly drove my daughter to jump into a well with his relentless seducing, and now you're still calling her names? I'll kill you!" Widow Chen grabbed a broom and was ready to hit someone.
Ironically, the broom she grabbed was the same one Uncle Zhao had just used to hit Aunt Zhao.
"Oh, you're really in sync with my man, eh? He hits me with a broom, you hit me with one too; fine, today it's either you or me!" Aunt Zhao was furious. She picked up the pole and came at her again.
The broom and the pole clashed, making a loud clanking sound.
Seeing the two women fighting, Old Master Zhao could no longer hold back his anger. He looked at Uncle Zhao and scolded fiercely, "Aren't you going to stop them? Do you want this to end in a death or what?"
After getting a scolding from his father, Uncle Zhao vented his anger on Datu, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and hold back your mother."
