Those present all wore solemn expressions.
The other women were intimidated, seeing the situation was not going to end well, and worried that the Wei family truly offended the scholar, they were about to come over to persuade when even the usually mild-tempered Hui Niang couldn't take it anymore.
She was so angry her fingertips were trembling.
"Have you said enough?"
"What do you mean by sending her back? Wan Niang is a person, not an object!"
Hui Niang took a deep breath, her eyes red.
She felt heartache for Wan Niang.
"Back then, that child's hands were frozen and pus-filled, her shoes soaked, yet she went to the mountains daily to gather firewood. Where were you, Hu Family?"
"Don't give me that excuse about being snowed in and unable to return! Clearly, there was enough firewood for winter, yet your mother wouldn't let her use it."
