Amidst the uproar, a sudden scream pierced through.
"Xiaoi, Xiaoi, what’s wrong with you!"
Zhang Qianhai rushed inside and saw his son kneeling by the bedside, drenched in sweat.
"Dad, Xiaoi’s stomach is hurting more and more, I’m worried about this child..."
Xiaoi lay on the bed, her face pale, and her head covered in sweat.
She looked as if she had just been pulled out from water.
"Xingjie, it hurts, I feel terrible."
Zhang Xingjie, usually a robust man, was now crying in distress.
"I’ll take you to the hospital right now, hold on."
"I’m scared, very scared..."
The noise outside grew louder and louder, Zhang Xingjie’s heart felt like it was being torn apart.
Xiaoi was timid, easily frightened by the slightest disturbance.
He Zhenzhen’s commotion was practically taking her life.
Not to ntion, Xiaoi’s body was already weakened by pregnancy, and she couldn’t withstand much.
Zhang Qianhai hurriedly called the village chief to borrow the Santana from his family.
As the village chief’s daughter drove over, He Zhenzhen was still banging on the door.
Everyone was too angry to say a word.
The village chief’s daughter couldn’t help but point at He Zhenzhen, "You’ll get your couppance!"
He Zhenzhen snorted indifferently, knocking even harder.
Zhang Xingjie could only cover his wife’s ears as several people helped carry Xiaoi into the car.
Soone exclaid at the sight of blood.
Only then did they notice a streak of blood soaking through Xiaoi’s pants.
Zhang Xingjie’s eyes turned red, "Xiaoi, hold on, nothing must happen."
In this situation, the village chief had to go with them to assess the situation, and his daughter had to drive.
The back seat was occupied by Zhang Xingjie holding the reclining Xiaoi.
There was no room left for Zhang Qianhai.
The village chief reassured, "Stay ho and watch, I’ll call if anything happens."
"Yes, Uncle Zhang, I’ll co back for you later, rember to bring your ID and money."
The village chief’s daughter said this, rolled up the window, and drove off with a press on the gas pedal.
He Zhenzhen ended up eating the exhaust.
She spat furiously.
"What the hell."
Turning her head, she found Zhang Qianhai staring at her with bloodshot eyes.
This made her heart tremble involuntarily.
"You, what are you doing?"
"What are you looking at!"
Zhang Qianhai turned and returned to the house, coming out with a knife.
This was no ordinary kitchen knife, but a pig slaughtering knife.
One chop could cut through pig bones, let alone a person.
He Zhenzhen was truly frightened now.
"I’m warning you not to co closer, killing is illegal."
She turned to run but, seeing the pig slaughtering knife, her legs trembled too much to move.
Afraid of provoking Zhang Qianhai.
Zhang Qianhai strode forward and chopped hard.
"Ah!"
He Zhenzhen scread, almost collapsing in fright.
Yet Zhang Qianhai’s chop landed on the drumhead.
A chunk was imdiately split off, and the rest of the drumhead caved in.
It could no longer produce any sound.
Zhang Qianhai chopped furiously again, smashing the wooden fra on the side into pieces.
As she watched his crazy actions, He Zhenzhen’s heart gradually cald down.
Zhang Qianhai was still the sa Zhang Qianhai.
Though he was tall and big, his character was cowardly.
He didn’t dare to kill anyone.
Moreover, he still had to look after his son, and couldn’t even lay a hand on her.
"Let’s go."
He Zhenzhen dragged Wang Daming away.
They walked quite a distance, only relaxing once sure Zhang Qianhai wouldn’t catch up.
"Keep chopping, anyway, there’s plenty of these lousy drums. As long as you don’t give the money, I’ll beat the drums at your doorstep every day to show my support. Let’s see how long you can last!"
After saying this, she sprinted away.
Zhang Qianhai stared in the direction He Zhenzhen left, and slamd the pig slaughtering knife into the wood.
His right hand trembled uncontrollably.
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