Dong Huiying smiled innocently, "This is called a term of endearnt. Let’s get down to business first."
They were getting close to their destination.
"I’m puzzled. As you said, you’re a servant girl by Yan Xiyu’s side. It’s not like she has no one to use, why does she threaten you by holding your family? Is she afraid you’ll run away?"
But really, is it worth it for a servant girl?
It’s not that Dong Huiying underestimated Li Luo because she once served Yan Xiyu as a personal maid. It was just a factual remark.
Considering Yan Xiyu’s status, she had plenty of people to command, so her act of detaining Li Luo’s family seed very unusual.
Anyway, if soone says there’s nothing strange here, Dong Huiying simply wouldn’t believe it, because it’s illogical and unreasonable.
Li Luo hesitated for a mont, then said sadly, "Back then, the young lady and I... Yan Xiyu and I ca to Dongcui City together. But at that ti, she only trusted , yet she was afraid I might be bribed by others, so she was uneasy and had my family captured."
Li Luo’s eyes reddened, "She’s beco worse and worse. The last ti I saw my dad and them was three years ago."
Dong Huiying frowned a bit. What Li Luo said seed reasonable, but sohow, there was still a sense of dissonance in her heart.
But what exactly was wrong?
"We’re here."
Li Luo sniffed with her red nose and looked ahead.
The courtyard was hidden in the alleys of the deep night, with a candle lit inside.
Yan Xiyu had instructed strict surveillance over Li Luo’s family.
Before they even approached the courtyard, Dong Huiying had an idea flashed, suddenly realizing what was wrong.
She figured it out.
But before she could speak, she suddenly heard: "... bitch!!"
First, there was the coarse curse of a middle-aged woman, followed by a loud thud, as if soone had been kicked to the ground.
So families nearby heard the commotion, but it was all too familiar to them.
Humans are truly terrifying creatures. When certain things repeat, the heart and senses gradually beco numb.
Just like this courtyard, like the abuse and insults happening here.
Inside the courtyard was a middle-aged man, thin and gaunt. He had so injuries, so from before and so were fresh from recent days, his face bruised and swollen, old wounds adding to new ones.
The man was kicked to the ground, as he fell, his shoulder hit a wooden fra piled with baskets, and the fra collapsed with a crash. He instinctively covered his head, remaining silent.
The perpetrator, however, attacked once more, rushing forward to punch and kick the man, a sense of delight visible on his face.
These acts of violence often bring a sense of physical and ntal gratification to the abuser, while the man endured the pain, at most frowning montarily, the rest was endless numbness, as if his whole heart had sealed up.
"Dad!"
A young boy, equally thin as a stick, staggered towards him.
It turned out to be a cripple, and as he ran faster, his limp beca more pronounced.
The middle-aged man’s numb eyes flickered montarily, about to drive the limping boy away, but a large slap landed directly on his face, making his head spin, vision go dark, and the cheek that took the slap swelled up instantly, with a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his lips.
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