After going downstairs, Su Qiao deliberately walked to the exercise area where the aunties in the community usually liked to exercise.
However, she did not look up, but lowered her head and pulled the brim of her hat very low.
An elderly lady who was usually very kind came over, recognized Su Qiao, and greeted her warmly with a smile.
"Xiao Qiao, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are feeling better now... ah!"
Before the aunt finished her words, she saw Su Qiao's swollen and bruised eyes and mouth, and she screamed in shock.
"Xiao... Xiao Qiao, what's wrong with you?"
The aunt was so shocked that she even stuttered when she spoke. She reached out to touch her face, but was worried about hurting her.
Su Qiao quickly pulled his hat down even lower, his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, he looked embarrassed and cringed: "No... It's okay, I fell... I fell."
"Fall?"
The auntie obviously didn't believe it. She said angrily, "How could you fall like this?"
"Auntie Guo, I have something else to do. I... I'm leaving first." Su Qiao said, and ran away in a hurry.
"Xiao Qiao...?"
Coincidentally, Aunt Guo happens to be a member of the neighborhood committee of this community. Her family lives in this Hongli community and she is usually a very upright person.
Seeing such things happening now, of course we can’t just ignore it.
It’s just a pity that Su Qiao ran too fast.
The commotion here had already attracted the attention of several old ladies who were exercising not far away.
"He's so secretive and in such a hurry, it's obvious that there's something wrong!"
"Let me tell you, there was a loud noise coming from their house again when it got dark yesterday. This time I heard it clearly. It definitely wasn't something that could be caused by killing a mouse."
An old lady who lived on the same floor as the Wen family spoke mysteriously to a few people.
Aunt Guo grabbed her arm anxiously: "What did you hear?"
Liu Damei glanced disdainfully in the direction of the fifth floor: "What else could it be? Beating someone up!"
"Who hits who?"
Several old ladies gathered around, all very curious.
Liu Damei snorted coldly: "Who do you think will hit who?"
"One is a big man, the other is a skinny and weak little girl, and there is an old lady helping them."
Who else would beat whom
Could it be that a young wife beat her husband and her mother-in-law
That depends on whether the other party can beat you or not, right
"I can't?"
"I see that Cong Yuan treats his wife very well on weekdays. Sister Wen also speaks softly to her daughter-in-law. They are very nice."
Everyone couldn't believe it.
Aunt Guo's face darkened: "If she could really get better, would Xiao Qiao be like this?"
"Can a fall or a bump cause your eyes to get banged like that? Can it even break your mouth?"
"There are bruises all over the arms and calves."
This is a beating to death, otherwise, how could there be so many injuries
"Anyone with eyes can tell that he was beaten with a fist."
The facts are before our eyes, and we have to believe them even if we don't want to.
"Oh my god, haven't we all been deceived by them?"
"Humph, what's so strange about this? It's not like no one saw it when the previous one was still around."
Liu Damei sneered coldly with disdain.
Others may not know, but she lives next door, so she may know a little bit.
No matter how well the Wen family mother and son hide themselves, something will be revealed after a while.
"It's true that you can only judge a person by his appearance. He usually looks like a decent person, willing to help others, but I didn't expect that he was just doing it for show."