Li Shengcai froze, looking at his hand. He had been blinded by anger just now and hadn't actually wanted to hit the child. He didn't know what to do, so he held his head and tousled his hair.
Dong Lamei's clothes were disheveled, and her face was bruised. She escaped the beating from her sisters and, in a fit of spite, ran to the kitchen shed to smash things. She threw down the challenge: "Don't expect us to back you up here when you're wronged in the future." Saying so, she strutted out as if she had won a battle.
Li Qiao chased after her: "Three porcelain bowls for fifteen cents, a pot for one yuan and twenty cents, chopsticks for five cents. The porcelain basin for ninety-five cents, the swill bucket two... adding up to three yuan and sixty cents, I'll come to your house to collect the debt once I'm done here."
Dong Lamei: "...you'll see if I'll give you the money!" She said, implying she would return with backup.
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