The Ye Family ancestral hall had long been surrounded layer by layer. Inside, on a long bench, lay a skinny, frail teenager who was being spanked repeatedly with a board.
Next to him, a gaunt woman who looked almost disfigured wailed heartrendingly, reaching out her hands trying to rush toward the beaten boy. Unfortunately, she was tightly restrained and could only express her current anguish and indignation through her piercing cries.
However, the beaten boy clenched his teeth tightly and never made a sound of pain from start to finish, making him look pitifully helpless to the onlookers.
"Qinghua, Qinghua, this is the especially tragic fourth family of Grandpa Ye, who is being bullied. The one being beaten is Wenzheng, and the woman being restrained is Wenzheng's mother, Fourth Aunt Wang," Ye Qinghua clasped Ye Jiu's arm tightly. Every time the board came down, the little girl's hand trembled.
