After going downstairs, Su Qiao deliberately walked to the sports areas where the neighborhood aunts like to play on weekdays.
However, she did not raise her head, but lowered her head and lowered the brim of her hat.
An aunt who was usually very kind came over, recognized Su Qiao, smiled and greeted her warmly.
"Xiao Qiao, it's been a long time since I last saw you. You are feeling better... ah!"
Before the aunt finished speaking, she saw Su Qiao's swollen and bruised eyes and corners of her mouth, and she screamed in shock.
"Little...Xiao Qiao, what is... what's wrong with you?"
The aunt was so shocked that she even stuttered her words. She reached out to touch her face, but she was worried about hurting her.
Su Qiao quickly lowered his hat, his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he looked embarrassed and cowed. "No... it's okay, I dropped... it fell."
"Falled?"
The aunt obviously didn't believe it, she was a little angry Underground Passage: "Can it fall like this?"
"Auntie Guo, I have something else to do, I... I'm leaving first." Su Qiao finished speaking and ran away in a hurry.
"Xiao Qiao...?"
Unfortunately, this Auntie Guo happens to be from the neighborhood committee of this community, and his family lives in this Hongli Residential Area. He is usually a very upright person.
Now that we see something like this happening, of course we can't ignore it.
It's just a pity that Su Qiao ran too fast.
The movement here has long attracted the attention of several old women who were exercising not far away.
"He's secretive and in a hurry. This shows that there's something wrong with him!"
"Let me tell you, there was a lot of noise in their house when it got dark yesterday. I could hear it clearly this time. It was definitely not something that could be caused by killing mice."
An aunt who lived on the same floor as Wen Family spoke to a few people mysteriously.
Auntie Guo grabbed her arm anxiously. "What did you hear?"
Liu Damei glanced disdainfully in the direction of the fifth floor. "What else could it be, just beating people!"
"Who hits whom?"
Several old ladies gathered around, all curious.
Liu Damei snorted, "Who do you think is beating whom?"
"One is a grown man, the other is a skinny little girl, and there is an old lady helping out."
Who else could hit whom?
Could it be that someone's little daughter-in-law beats her own man or her own mother-in-law?
Then it depends on whether the person can beat him or not, right?
"Can't you?"
"I see that Cong Yuan is usually very kind to his daughter-in-law, and Big Sister Wen is also kind and gentle to her daughter-in-law, which is pretty good."
Everyone couldn't believe it.
Auntie Guo's face darkened. "If it was really good, Xiao Qiao would she look like this?"
"A fall, a bump, can your eyes be hit like that? Can your mouth be broken?"
"There are also bruises on the arms and calves."
This is a beating to death, otherwise, how could there be so many injuries?
"A discerning person would know at a glance that he was hit by a fist."
The facts are before our eyes. Even if everyone doesn't want to believe it, they have to believe it.
"Oh my God, haven't we all been deceived by them?"
"Hmph, what's so strange about this? It's not like no one saw it when the one before was still around."
Liu Damei sneered disdainfully.
Others don't know, but her family lives next door, so they still know a little bit.
As for the Wen Family mother and son, no matter how well they are hidden, something can still be seen over time.
"You really know people but don't know their hearts. I usually look like a dog and look like I'm willing to help others, but I didn't expect that I only do it for people to see."