Zhao Yuanjing looked at her: "Feng Duoduo, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Duoduo hugged his head tightly and suppressed his crying: "I'm scared. My parents are fighting again."

Zhao Yuanjing glanced at the two poached eggs left in the bowl, stood up, and touched her head: "Don't be afraid, their fight has nothing to do with you."

Feng Duoduo cried and said, "My dad will come to beat me after he hits my mom."

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Baisui opened the door and rushed out, holding a feather duster in her hand, and hit Feng Duoduo in the face, beating and scolding: "You money-losing guy, why don't you die? I'll beat you to death!"

Feng Duoduo held his head and cried, "I'm wrong, dad, don't hit me, please don't hit me!"

In the open bedroom, Zhao Xiahua was lying on the ground, her face covered in blood.

Zhao Yuanjing sighed.

Although this world seems peaceful and there is no war, why do families have to fight and make trouble?

He casually held the feather duster in Feng Baisui's hand and said indifferently: "I hope you remember that men who beat their wives and children are all unpromising cowards."

Feng Baisui never thought that this boy, who was always quiet, silent, and gloomy on weekdays, would have the courage to stop him.

He was already irritable and was even more angry at this time. He pulled it back hard and wanted to take the feather duster back.

But, he found out.

He couldn't do it at all.

The feather duster weighs a thousand pounds and is held firmly in the other person's hands.

Zhao Yuanjing looked at him coldly, and with a gentle move, he took away the feather duster.

He waved his hand on the man, knocked him to the ground, and said coldly: "In the future, you are not allowed to hit them, otherwise I will break your arms and legs and let you lie on the bed for the rest of your life."

Feng Baishui lay on the ground and looked at him in disbelief.

Why did that cowardly and quiet boy suddenly become so strong?

And what happened to his eyes?

So cold, full of murderous intent.

Yes, murderous intent.

This idea made Feng Baisui shudder.

Zhao Yuanjing reached out and pulled Feng Duoduo up and said, "Go and see your mother."

Feng Duoduo's face was full of tears. In fear, he didn't realize that his cousin had defeated his arrogant father.

She ran to the bedroom and asked crying, "Mom, are you okay?"

Zhao Xiahua sat up moaning and covered her head: "Mom is fine. Go and bring the medicine box, apply some iodine to me, and disinfect it."

"Get out." Zhao Yuanjing looked at Feng Baisui who was motionless and calmly made suggestions.

Feng Baisui said angrily: "This is my home!"

"Don't you get out?"

Zhao Yuanjing raised his chin slightly, and his voice was still so calm.

The man became inexplicably afraid.

"Damn it, it's a rebellion!"

He was so harsh that he got up, slammed the door and left.

Feng Duoduo then started crying loudly.

Looking at this mess, Zhao Yuanjing realized why Zhao Xiahua was diligent and capable, and Feng Duoduo was well-behaved and obedient. Why was this family still so bad?

The reason lies with Feng Baisui.

He likes gambling, owes a lot of debts, and even vents his anger on his wife and children when he gets home.

It's a typical waste.
Chapter completed!