Second Lang's wife was infuriated by these words and picked up the wooden stick behind the door, swinging it at Da Ya.
Song Erlang wanted to intervene but didn't dare, so he could only watch with wide eyes.
Da Ya was sobbing uncontrollably, climbed up from the ground, and ran straight outside.
Song Erlang wanted to stop her.
"Stop!"
Second Lang's wife rested one hand on her waist and pointed at Song Erlang with the other, "Don't bother with her. Let her run. I want to see where she can go without this home!"
Song Erlang didn't stop his wife from hitting their daughter earlier, and now he was really worried Da Ya might do something foolish in a moment of impulse. He glanced at his wife with a negotiating look, "What if I go and bring her back? Mrs. Cao is still waiting in the hall, and if she gets upset, where would we send her?"
Upon hearing this, Second Lang's wife didn't say anything in opposition.
