By this time, Old Mrs. Song had already left the house with Big Sister Zhong and Accountant Li's wife.
They were going to find those six old ladies and others who were at the scene.
Clerk Siaomei was stomping her feet in anger.
Just now, the notebook was already half filled out.
She muttered behind them, "Why doesn't Brigade Leader Song take care of this?"
At this moment, Old Mrs. Song didn't defend her son, such as saying that if Lin Jia didn't cry for help, who would know the truth? After all, it was a matter between husband and wife.
But those words couldn't be said.
She followed along and cursed, "That eldest son of mine is a good-for-nothing. If I were the brigade leader, I'd lock up all the Wang family and whip them. If they didn't obey after one beating, I'd beat them twice, and if twice didn't work, I'd beat them three times until they submitted!"
Clerk Siaomei's eyes lit up, "Right, whip them!"
