Zhao Hongmei immediately retorted, "Do you think I want to socialize with them? They're all stingy and petty. If it weren't for you, I would have fallen out with them a long time ago. Just look at our child's face, all bruised and battered. Have you ever cared?"
Zeng Changzhi looked at his son standing aside, shivering with fear, tried to calm down, shook his head and said, "Hopeless." Then he went into his bedroom.
A furious Zhao Hongmei roared at Erhu, "Look at your cowardly appearance, all you know is eating. What good are you? You deserve it if your head is cracked open."
Struck by the sudden scolding, Erhu stepped back and started sobbing aloud.
Zhao Hongmei, still not venting enough, jabbed at Erhu's forehead with her index finger, "Cry, cry! All you know is crying and eating. What else can you do? How could I have given birth to such a wretched creature? Stop crying and hold back your tears."
