Yang Erxiu hurried back home and said to Feng Chunhua, who was doing needlework, "Mom, Dad has gone to that little vixen's house."
"What?" Feng Chunhua sprang up, "How do you know?"
"I saw it with my own eyes. Dad was even holding the little vixen's arm," Yang Erxiu told Feng Chunhua.
Feng Chunhua's blood boiled with rage, wishing she could tear the skins off Yang Dahe and An Hao. She paced around the room a few times, then grabbed the scissors that were beside the basket and charged outside.
When she reached the doorway, she stopped and asked Yang Erxiu again, "Did you really see it with your own eyes? Is the vixen's husband not home?"
Yang Erxiu shook his head: "He's not."
That was the confirmation Feng Chunhua needed; she rushed towards the fourth floor of the other building, scissors in hand and fury in her step.
As soon as she stepped out the door, she bumped into Zhang Guifang.