Mrs. Ji's thoughts were so blatantly exposed that she suddenly felt humiliated, her face also showing awkwardness, yet she still stiffened her neck and said, "This is how it should be! If someone is injured, they must take responsibility! Besides, our family's youngest brother's right hand has always been precious, meant for holding a writing brush, for earning a future. Can you afford the compensation?!"
Mrs. Ji's ideas coincided perfectly with Qiao Yuanshan, who quickly joined the clamor, "That's right, the loss naturally should be compensated by you all!"
Li Cheng, dissatisfied, said, "Can you not imply that it was all Erliang's fault in everything you say? Clearly, it wasn't intentional, so how does it become an unforgivable sin when it comes to your mouths? If it weren't for Qiao Yuanshan trying to snatch Erliang's hawthorns, Qiao Yuanzhen wouldn't have been injured so badly."
