An Hao was taken aback as she watched Feng Chunhua leap onto Yang Dahe with such ferocity, scratching and clawing; she seemed to have lost her mind.
"Oh dear! Are you saying you can no longer live this life?" Zhang Guifang was startled and hurried forward to intervene.
Feng Chunhua's crazy strength was frightening; with one arm, she flung Zhang Guifang to the ground.
Yang Erxiu stood at the door, watching the scene unfold, too scared to move; she crouched at the door, her wide eyes fixed on the adult's battle.
Yang Dahe, driven to desperation by Feng Chunhua's scratching, grabbed her arm and twisted it hard behind her; the pain made Feng Chunhua wail like a slaughtered pig, "Good for you, Yang Dahe! Still protecting that little vixen!"
An Hao watched from the sidelines, her palms clenched tightly.
Seeing this scene, she felt both angry and sorry for Yang Chunhua.
The door was wide open.
In no time, a crowd gathered, all craning their necks to watch the commotion.
