Sister Gao's sense of justice seemed as inflated as her curiosity at that moment.
Right now, innocent Old Chen was at home receiving her re-education.
"Hasn't Little He suffered enough? What kind of parent acts like this... and you still have the nerve to say the kid came home to ask for money and ended up like this — I spit at that!"
The last two words were quintessentially sarcastic, and Old Chen felt a chill down his spine.
Indeed, as expected.
Sister Gao pointed angrily at Old Chen:
"It's you!"
She glared at Old Chen:
"I'm talking about men like you!"
"Don't think I don't know. Did your heart just soften? Were you thinking about helping send Chu Fugui to the hospital?"
"I'm telling you, Old Chen, try it if you dare!"
Sister Gao's frustration was justified.
Anyone faced with such a wretched family and a pitiable child can't help but feel affected.
