"Do I need to remind you all why Ji Mingmao went to my shack? He failed at burglary and nearly beat someone to death. According to the law, that's enough to have him rot in prison. I treated the victim, saved his life, and spared your son from that fate. Yet, not only are you ungrateful, you're also this unreasonable. Or could it be, Third Aunt, that you're just that eager to send your precious son to jail to get a taste of how hard life can be?"
Ji Huan shook her head, an expression of extreme disappointment on her face. "The reason I hit Ji Mingmao today is because I can't bear to see the Ji Family produce a future descendant who's a murderer and an arsonist. You can go right ahead and tell Grandpa and Grandma. If they also think Ji Mingmao did nothing wrong, then I'll just have to accept my misfortune."
Her speech, a mix of threats and justifications laced with lofty legal principles no one understood, left the onlookers—including Mrs. Zhu and her son—completely stunned.
