"It's not that she didn't—"
"She didn't kill Jing Si," Mrs. Xie cut in, interrupting Mr. Xie. "If she had, I'd make her pay with her life."
"My dear, you know our Jing Si. He's a tough kid. Jing Er's wife isn't capable enough to kill him," Mr. Xie said with a chuckle. 'His wife was angry; he had to coax her.'
"Are the wounds on Jing Si's back fake? Was Jing Er's wife swinging a knife at him also fake?" Mrs. Xie grew even angrier. 'He was still trying to play the peacemaker at a time like this.'
'Xu Chunyan is Jing Er's wife. Since no one died, could I really take a knife and go after Xu Chunyan to get revenge for Jing Si? Why can't he just side with me and share my righteous anger?'
"Not fake, not fake. The wounds on Jing Si's back are real, and it's true Jing Er's wife swung a knife at him. But my dear, it wasn't anything serious. Jing Si and his wife aren't holding a grudge, so you should be the bigger person and not stoop to the children's level," Mr. Xie soothed.
