He didn't go out for the whole afternoon.
I walked home with the puppy, only hearing Mike's wailing at home.
My sister-in-law's voice shouted in anguish.
"Do you still dare to that again?"
Mixed with the sound of "pa".
Mike just cried and kept shouting.
"Other kids can play, why can't I play? Why? You bad mother, I don't want you anymore!"
My parents in the yard sighed and told me that he played with his mom's phone.
So now she became crazy and was beating the child.
Especially when she was pregnant and had a bad temper everyday.
No one dared to persuade her.
The crying sound could be heard from far away.
I clapped and laughed.
"Beating is love, scolding is love, sister-in-law just wants the child to become a talented person!"
I didn't know if scolding and beating was love or not, but it was already dinner time and it was dark outside, and Mike hadn't come back yet.
The angry sister-in-law also started to worry, kept scolding and saying why this damn brat didn't die outside.
But her eyes kept looking outside.
Dad couldn't bear it anymore, put down his chopsticks and went out to look for him.
Coincidentally, he met my brother who was coming back from work, and the two went out together.