Perhaps Mrs. Zhu was not ignorant, but simply stood on Zhu Sanlu's side and helped Zhu Sanlu.
Such parents are really chilling. Think about it, Zhu Erhu is also a pitiful person.
Zhu Erhu's eyes were tainted with a bit of loneliness. Zhao Yun'er knew that Zhu Erhu was devastated by what Mrs. Zhu did.
They are both the sons of Mrs. Zhu, but Mrs. Zhu's attitude towards her two sons is completely different. She behaves as if Zhu Erhu is just an outsider, and Zhu Sanlu is Mrs. Zhu's precious son.
Now everything he said was true, but Mrs. Zhu didn't believe it and targeted him like this.
No parents are like this.
Although Mrs. Zhu had done something to him, and the scratches on his face were very painful, he was Mrs. Zhu's son, and there was no reason for a son to hit his own mother.
Heartbroken, Zhu Erhu just stretched out his hand and grabbed Old Mrs. Zhu's wrist with one hand, leaving Old Mrs. Zhu no chance to attack again.
Zhu Erhu stared at Old Mrs. Zhu coldly and said, "Mom, do you still want to protect your third brother? Are you afraid of destroying him if you continue like this?"
"What happened to your third brother? Didn't you, a brat like you, destroy him?" Mrs. Zhu yelled angrily.
Mulan couldn't see it, and said to Mrs. Zhu, "Mom, the two tigers are not as sinister as you think. If you have to believe in the third brother, it doesn't matter if you don't believe in others, then we will ignore this matter. When the time comes, it will cause trouble. It will be embarrassing." It’s our Zhu family.
Mother, don’t blame Erhu for not taking action to stop the third brother. There is no airtight wall in the world. One day, people from the village will come to deal with the third brother. Then don’t come to us after something happens. The second room is occupied! "
After Mulan said these words, she took Zhu Erhu's hand and said, "Erhu, let's not worry about the third brother's affairs!"
Zhu Erhu didn't want to let Zhu Sanlu go so easily, but Mrs. Zhu was blocking her, and he couldn't control it even if he wanted to.
Hearing what Mulan said, she nodded and said, "Okay, don't worry about it! I won't care if he is beaten to death for these beastly things he did!"
"Let's go, Erhu!" Mulan didn't want to stay at Zhu's house for a moment, so she pulled Zhu Erhu away.
Zhao Yun'er naturally followed Zhu Erhu and Mulan and left.
On the way, Mulan looked at the scars on Zhu Erhu's face and asked with a distressed expression, "Ms. sir, how is the wound on your face? Is it painful?"
Meeting Mulan's concerned eyes, Zhu Erhu twitched his lips and replied, "It's okay! Lan'er, you don't have to worry about me!"
Mulan still looked distressed and said, "Don't worry, how can I not worry? The scratches on your face are so deep, blood is oozing out!
Why don't we go to Dr. Sun's place and let Dr. Sun handle it? It will probably be better! "
Zhu Erhu grabbed Mulan's hand and said softly, "Lan'er, don't be too nervous. I'm really fine. It's just a small scar. I'm a big man with rough skin and thick flesh. How can I be so pretentious? Such a small wound can still hurt me." I need to see a doctor.
What if the other men in the village heard this and laughed at me? I don't want to be used as a talking point by those people and talk about it all day long. "
Mulan had no choice but to give up, but the worry in her eyes did not dissipate.
Zhao Yun'er joked at the side, "Brother Erhu, Sister-in-law Mulan is actually afraid that you will lose your appearance. After all, she likes your good skin very much. If there are scars on your face, it will always affect your appearance."