Returning the Favor

Ignoring any pretense, Wei Xuhong immediately opened his eyes and rushed inside. Sensing the urgency, Zhouzhou and Qin Xi exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

The scene in the living room was infuriating. The floor was a mess, with broken bowls and steaming soup splattered everywhere—half on the floor, half on Mrs. Wei.

It was hot in the summer, so she was wearing short-sleeved shirt, and the scalded area was already swollen and red.

Qian Duoduo, with his back to them, stood akimbo and barked, "Clean this up now! You broke our bowl, you have to pay! I'll have my dad deduct your salary for this month!"

Terrified by his words, Mrs. Wei, despite her pain, hurriedly knelt to pick up the pieces, begging him not to deduct her wages.

Wei Xuhong, with reddened eyes, stepped forward to help her up, murmuring, "Mom, let me do it."

Seeing the large red mark on her hand, his eyes welled up with uncontrollable tears. Zhouzhou clenched her tiny fists.