The pain on his face was intense. He wiped his face with his hand, staining it with blood, which further provoked Jiang Zhenghui into a monstrous state. He lifted his foot again, fast and hard, breaking two of her ribs with brutal force, as if trying to kick her to death.
The old lady, who wanted to remain beautiful alone, finally couldn't bear it anymore. She came out and grabbed a broom, swinging it at Jiang Zhenghui.
The pain that suddenly hit Jiang Zhenghui brought him back a bit to his senses. He stopped his foot, but indignantly shouted at the old lady.
"Mom, I'm your real son. Why are you hitting me? It's this woman who's at fault. Am I wrong to teach her a lesson?"
"What kind of person who hits women can be a good person? Don't think that just because you're my son, I'll always protect you. If you're so capable, go outside and act tough. What kind of hero bullies a woman at home? If you're that dissatisfied, why don't you hit your old mother too?"
