Old Mr. Xue, having calmed down a bit from his rage-induced myocardial infarction, said, "Are you out of your mind? When did the girl ever mention you? You assume it's about you, look down on Jin, and even push people around. How can you be so unreasonable? Third son, go check on her."
After hesitating, Xue Lingqing took strides forward. It was Saturday afternoon, and no one was working, so the courtyard was bustling with people. He called out for Li Qiao, worried that it might spark idle gossip.
He followed silently.
She ran fast, and by the time he chased out to the main courtyard, she had already darted into an alley. When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, she had entered a yard.
What should he say when he visits her?
He turned around and went back.
From a distance, he saw neighbors gathered at the doorstep, chuckling and cautioning the old couple to take it easy.
Without a doubt, it must have been Old Mr. and Mrs. Xue having a fight.
