It's not time for the beating yet; he's already taken on the task, he has to go and return it.
And his father just won't give him any chance to make up for it—beat him so hard he can't get out of bed, how's he supposed to go out?
Is he supposed to count on that heartless Brother Su to come visit him?
Mrs. Zhou couldn't bear watching her son get beaten; she looked at Old Master Zhou and said, "Things are already like this, are you really going to beat our son to death?!"
"Just give me one word—if you insist, I'll go smash my head and die right now, save myself the heartache of watching this."
Old Master Zhou said nothing; Mrs. Zhou made to dash herself against the wall, and was grabbed around the waist by the maids.
Old Master Zhou flung the feather duster in his hand—now down to just two lonely feathers—heavily onto the floor and said angrily, "A doting mother ruins her son!"
Throwing down that line, he turned around and left.
Mrs. Zhou's tears fell like rain.
