The old man laughed it off as no big deal. "Isn't that just how it is in families with many children? It's normal for parents to favor the younger ones, but siblings always tend to get jealous. And if the young one is a boy, the conflict becomes even more pronounced," he said.
An Ning understood. "So Zhao Yue has a really bad relationship with her younger brother."
"It's not very good," he confirmed.
Just then, a boy ran towards them like crazy, incredibly fast, as if sprinting a hundred meters.
The boy paused at the entrance of the convenience store before continuing to run forward.
"You little brat, stop right there, or I'll kill you," a group of grown men followed, chasing after him with clubs in their hands, looking fierce.
Every time she saw a group ganging up on one person, An Ning felt especially worried and afraid.
The boy looked pitiful. "Call the police, call the police..."