"Once Guangqi returns, that kid Xushu is going to find out exactly who he's dealing with!"
In the Middle Courtyard, Jia Dongxu sat slumped on the cold stone steps, oblivious to the fact that his cotton-padded trousers were soaked through with melted snow. He stared blankly at the drag marks left by the police, his mind buzzing—all he’d done was borrow a bicycle, so how had his mother ended up in custody? He moved his fingers mechanically, as if counting could make sense of this absurd reality.
Qin Huairu squatted down beside him, digging her nails into her palms to keep from laughing out loud. With that old shrew gone, who in the Jia Family would ever dare boss her around again? She cast a sidelong glance at her husband’s devastated face, already calculating how to get the ration books and money into her own hands.
Chapter 151