Tan's words were rather off-putting. Lao Yang suddenly found the orange in his hand rather tasteless.

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The old man put the remaining orange flesh back on the small table beside him and pushed his wheelchair toward the doorway.

Behind him, Tan's voice came: "Where are you going?"

“Go for a walk.” Old Yang said in a low voice.

"Why are you going out again? Aren't you eating oranges?" asked Mrs. Tan.

"No appetite." The old man said.

Tan then tugged at the corner of her mouth and sneered, "You eat. I just casually said that just now, don't want to ruin your appetite. Just treat me like I passed gas!"

Old Yang turned his head and glanced at Tan, who was sitting on a stool with her hands folded. "What's the matter with you, wife? One moment you're agreeable, the next you're disagreeable? Have you gone mad?"

Tan's flower-white eyebrows shot up immediately, her voice soaring several octaves: "You old geezer, who are you cursing? Have you gone mad? Is the smell of medicine in this whole room from me? Don't you dare say it's not you, the walking pharmacy, who's been eating all these medicines!"

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Lao Yangtou was a strong-willed old man. All his life, he loved to drink the most and hated taking medicine the most.

Since I was unable to stand up after a kick to the leg, I've been taking medicine and applying patches these days.

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He was bothered by the smell of medicine on his own body, and now that Tan had brought it up so loudly, the old man became angry and annoyed: “You blind old hag! I haven’t even complained about your blindness, but you complain about me? So what if I am a walking pharmacy?”

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Tan smiled, "Ha, I haven't even called you a useless cripple yet, and you dare criticize my eyesight?"

“Are you calling me blind? I can run, walk, and even use the toilet by myself. Unlike you, who needs someone to hold a chamber pot at night. Last time you had diarrhea, you soiled the whole bed, smelling like an animal. And I didn't even complain about it, but you start complaining about me?”

Tan was a person with the habit of arguing with others his entire life. He never let the other party's words interfere, always immersing himself in his own world.

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Especially after she went blind, unable to see the other person's expressions, her focus became even more intense.

Two thin lips opened and closed, flapping up and down. Spittle flew everywhere as hurtful words came out, like bullets shooting at Old Yang in his wheelchair.

Old Yang's face was very, very bad. It was like the sky before a summer thunderstorm, rolling with ink, until finally it became so dark that there wasn't a sliver of light to be found. His eyes were brewing a storm.

"Shut your stinking mouths, both of you! Close them right now!"

Old Yang shouted at Tan, who was having a hysterical outburst.

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Tan instantly jumped up like a cat whose fur had been ruffled. She darted to Lao Yang's side, brandishing her cane and pointing it at him, yelling obscenities.

“You, a crippled old geezer, are the one with a foul mouth! You've smoked dry cigarettes your whole life and drunk burning alcohol for years. Your mouth is stinkier than eating shit...”

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Old Yang's lifelong pride, all of it, was reduced to nothing by Tan's scolding.

The old man grabbed the cane, which was about to poke him in the face, and yanked it with all his might.

The petite Tan, still wearing small shoes, wasn't stable on her feet and tripped, falling to the ground.

Her head hit Lao Yang's wheelchair, and the pain made her body twitch.

Lao Yang saw Tan fall to the ground at his feet, he was stunned for a moment, and instinctively reached out to pull her up. However, Tan scrambled to her feet.

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The old woman had disheveled hair and a ferocious face, like a demon crawling out of hell.

Old Yang's head unexpectedly felt a surge of panic, and the hand he reached out instinctively retracted.

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Tan had already screamed and cursed: "You heartless, black-hearted old bastard, you waste of space dare to hit me? In my whole life, I've never been beaten by anyone! You dare to hit me, I'll fight you to the death!"

Tan clasped her hands on her hips and, like an ox raising its horns, charged at Lao Yang's head.

The old woman used all her strength, and Old Yang wasn't expecting it. With that bump, the old woman sent the old man and his wheelchair flying to the ground.

The old woman pressed herself onto the old man, her hands raking across Old Yang's head and face as she beat him. She cried and scolded all the while...

When Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun arrived, the two elders were lying on the ground fighting. Old Yang's head was covered in lumps, and his eyes were bruised and swollen.

Tan wasn't any better off either. One slap from Old Yang's hand turned her face into a pig's face, and a lot of hair was scattered on the ground. A big patch was bald at the temples of Tan's head, revealing bright red scalp.

Yes, I was pulled by the old man.

“Father, mother, what are you doing? Stop it! Stop right now!”

Yang Huazhong yelled in a panic and stomped his foot hard.

Old Yang's movements had visibly slowed down. Apparently, even in his fury, the man could still retain a sliver of reason.

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But Katan was different. He took advantage of the situation and scratched Yang Laogou's face twice. Those scratches were deep, no joke!

“Don’t just stand there, hurry up and pull your mother apart!” urged Mrs. Sun.

She had a bad feeling that if she didn't pull her mother-in-law away, her father-in-law would probably be beaten to death by his wife.

Yang Huazhong came back to his senses and quickly pulled Tan Shi away. Tan Shi refused to leave, so Yang Huazhong had no choice but to throw Tan Shi into the next room and lock the door from the outside.

Tan was installing a door in the next room, "Lao San, you little punk, dare to lock me out? Let me out, I'm going to hang myself, I can't live like this anymore..."

Yang Huazhong had just rushed back to help the Sun family together, supporting Old Yang's head. Hearing Tan Shi's threatening words from the next room, Yang Huazhong was torn and didn't know what to do. He got up to leave, but was stopped by Old Yang.

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"Just let her die, and then we'll all be clean!" Old Yang said angrily.

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Suddenly, there were sounds of smashing things coming from next door, along with the noises of furniture being overturned.

“This can’t go on, Mother has such a temper, who knows what she might do in a fit of rage,” Sun shi said worriedly, tears welling up in her eyes.

Yang Huazhong also looked anxious and distressed.

Moreover, Lao Yang's emotions were also very unstable.

Sun suddenly said to Yang Huazhong, "You stay here and I'll go find Meier. Mama listens to Meier the most. Let Meier come and persuade her!"

Yang Huazhong said, "Hurry up and get back here quickly. I'll keep an eye on things here!"

Sun ran all the way to Old Wang's house. Yang Huamei was also washing the fruit Liu had given, ready to send it to Dabai's place for Dabai to eat.

Hearing Mrs. Sun's breathless account, Yang Huamei was so startled that the fruit nearly dropped to the ground.

“These two old kids, how can they be so worrying? It's only been a few days of peace! Sister-in-law three, don't worry, I'll go with you right now. I have to scold my mother to death!”

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