Zhao Jianxin looked at her with disgust: "If it weren't for the children and what happened back then, you would have gone back to Lao Qu's house."
Qu Hongmei stiffened and her face turned pale instantly.
Looking at Zhao Jianxin, I saw a look of indifference and disgust on his face. My heart ached, and tears flowed down.
People around her looked at her indifferently. Even if Qu Hongmei was unwilling to do so, she still lowered her head and knelt in front of Zhao Jingyi to beg her.
"I know I was wrong, I don't dare anymore, I'm going to apologize to them, I really know I was wrong, aunt, please, please tell my new brother not to drive me away."
The moment she knelt down, Zhao Jing moved away and hid behind the captain.
The captain also cooperated and looked at her with a cold face, completely blocking Zhao Jingyi's face.
"Fourth, my aunt is not in good health. You should handle this matter yourself and don't let others disturb your aunt."
The last trace of blood on Qu Hongmei's face faded and she fell to the ground.
At this time, a tall and dark young man came over. He looked very similar to Zhao Jianxin. You could tell at a glance that he was Zhao Jianxin's son, Zhao Huaixian.
"Grandma."
Zhao Jing looked over and frowned: "Huh?"
Zhao Huaixian first called people: "Dad, uncle, second uncle Xing."
The captain and Zhao Jianxing nodded.
Zhao Jianxin saw his son's face darken and said, "Axian, why are you here? This is none of your business. Go back to work."
Zhao Huaixian did not agree, but looked at him and asked: "Dad, did mom make a mistake again? Is it serious?"
Seeing her son coming, Qu Hongmei got up on her hands and knees and grabbed her son Zhao Huaixian's hand. Her tone was very excited and she held it with great strength.
"Axian, your father wants to drive mother away. Please help mother to beg for mercy. Please beg your father. Please beg your great aunt. Mother knows she was wrong. Really, mother really knows she was wrong this time."
Zhao Huaixian's wrist hurt when she grabbed him, and he frowned slightly.
He glanced at his mother and sighed feebly: "Dad..."
Looking at his second son, Zhao Jianxin knew he was soft-hearted when he opened his mouth, but this time he didn't want to be soft-hearted again.
"Axian, there is no need to plead with her. How many times has she said she would change it over the years? Did she change it in the end?"
As soon as these words came out, Qu Hongmei grabbed Zhao Huaixian's wrist even harder.
Zhao Huaixian was only a young boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a look of patient pain on his face.
As soon as Zhao Jing walked over, she slapped Qu Hongmei's hand off and said, "If you have done something wrong, don't make things difficult for your child. Are you trying to break your son's wrist with such force?"
Qu Hongmei was about to have a seizure when her eyes fell on her son's wrist, and the red mark on it could be clearly seen.
They all have wheat-colored skin, and red marks can be seen, so you can imagine how hard she worked.
Qu Hongmei's face looked a little guiltier, but her words were filled with a hint of blame: "Axian, does it hurt? Why didn't you tell Mom? Mom didn't mean it."
Zhao Jing glanced at her lightly, looked at Zhao Huaixian and said, "I took the lead in this matter. Do you know why?"
Zhao Huaixian shook his head. He only saw it from a distance and came over, but he knew in his heart that his mother must have become a monster again.
Zhao Jing was not afraid that he would know and told him what Qu Hongmei said and did.
Zhao Huaixian's face turned pale. He had never thought of anything like this. He looked at Qu Hongmei in disbelief.
"Mom, why are you saying these things? My sister has helped me. You know why."