Xing Chen and Qiao An came out of the village head's house. When they passed by the village entrance, they heard the woman's heart-wrenching cries.
Such cries seemed to be experiencing great grief. It was an outpouring of despair, grief, and indignation.
Qiao An stopped and listened for a moment. Then she looked at Xing Chen uneasily. "Brother Xing Chen, did you hear that? A woman is crying. I don't know what difficulties she encountered, but she's crying so heartbreakingly. Let's go take a look."
Xing Chen grabbed her and shook her head to stop her. "An'an, Sister-in-law Chen Jing is crying. You'd better not see her. Ever since her man brought her back from the back mountain, he's abused her every day. No one dissuaded him from his actions. If anyone stops him, he'll only become more violent to her."
Qiao An was furious. She placed her hands on her hips and said indignantly, "Is there such a vicious person in the world? I'll take care of him today."
