"Liao Minjie, are you even human?! Those are your own son and daughter! You're beating them half to death!"
"I'm beating my own son. What's it got to do with you? Is it any of your business?"
"It may not be, but I'll fight you to the death!"
Seeing her nephew and niece beaten black and blue, Ge Qian—usually quiet and reserved—charged forward like a madwoman, clawing and scratching at her former brother-in-law, Liao Minjie.
Honestly, no one could blame her for going mad. When Li Ye saw what those two children looked like, he wanted to go over and kick that man a few times himself.
The boy was barely over ten. One cheek was swollen high while the other was low; one eye socket was bruised blue, the other red. He was even missing one shoe. He stood there with his head lowered, his two legs looking oddly out of balance.
Li Ye had plenty of experience fighting. He knew the boy must have taken heavy blows to his buttocks and thighs, the pain in his muscles forcing his stance out of shape.
The older girl was only thirteen or fourteen. She looked somewhat better off, with only her hair and clothes disheveled, no bruises or swelling visible on her face.
But Li Ye's eyesight far surpassed that of ordinary people. He had already noticed that several strands of hair were missing from the top of her head, and there was an unnatural patch of color there. Her scalp had clearly bled.
How could they be so cruel?
Li Ye had heard the saying, "For the sake of a stepmother, beat one's own child to death," but that was only a rumor. Among the fathers he had actually seen, which one did not dote on his own children