Zhang Xiaoying followed the sound and looked back, only to see a scrawny old woman staring at the children in the drying yard with a critical eye.
"What's wrong with learning some martial arts? If she gets married and the man dares to lay a hand on her, she can fight back," the man by the old woman's side countered. "Otherwise, she'll end up like our cousin, just enduring it?"
"What are you blabbering about? Your cousin is doing just fine, isn't it common for couples to quarrel? Have you never laid a hand on your wife?" the old woman snorted coldly. "Besides, isn't it deserved if a disobedient wife gets beaten by her husband? She still has the face to fight back?"
"I've never laid a hand on my wife; her parents raised her with much hardship, and she wasn't married to me to be beaten."