Old Lady Mo was desperately anxious, "Oh my! Qiangqiang, won't you speak up? Was it that wretched woman who hit you? Tell Mom, Mom will handle her for you. She even dares to hit her own man, is she trying to rebel?"
"No, Mom, can you just leave me alone?" Mo Xiaoqiang covered his head, his face in agony.
"Qiangqiang, you're just too kind-hearted, keeping everything bottled up inside. It's going to hurt you, tell Mom if something's bothering you, will you?" Old Lady Mo looked like a tender mother, a total contrast to her behavior when she had just driven Mo Yaner and her family out.
"Exactly! Dad, just speak up, let us help you figure things out." Mo Yaner, who was initially furious and dragging her two children away, stopped upon seeing Mo Xiaoqiang disheveled and obviously beaten, wanting to find out what exactly had happened to her father.
