Third Aunt Jing Lai helped the bruised and swollen Aunt Jing Pan through the door, while Wu You'ai dragged a suitcase and carried a few rotten apples in her arms. Mr. Jing lifted a broken cart and carried two worn-out boxes inside.
"Goodness, what happened here? Elder Sister, are you alright?" Grandma Jing put down her kitchen knife and rushed over. She pulled her dirt-covered daughter to sit down, bombarding her with questions until she confirmed there were no serious injuries.
"When we got there, Eldest Sister was in the hallway fighting with several women over apples. Seeing us as backup, they snatched some and scattered. They were residents of that building, but I couldn't make out their faces clearly," Mr. Jing said regretfully.
