Chapter 52 Farce (1)_1

The night was deep, and at Lao Mo's House in Liu Yang Village, there was a chaotic uproar: the high-pitched curses of Mo Hong's family, the wailing of children, the screams of Mo Yonglu; the noise was so constant and loud that neighbors near and far couldn't have peace, and they couldn't help but curse in irritation.

"That damn white-eyed wolf, after all I did to raise him and finance his education, this is how he repays me! If I had known he would turn out like this, I should've thrown him into the mountains to feed the wolves!"

In the newly thatched two-room house of Old Man Mo's, a dim oil lamp was lit. Mo Hong's sat on the bed made of straw, stamping her feet and ceaselessly cursing Mo Qingze. Saliva sprayed all around, and her injured right hand hung around her neck, which looked rather comical.