Kneeling every three steps (1)

It was early spring in March, and the rain was continuous.

It was wet everywhere, and the water flowed past the eaves like a Silver Line.

As soon as the embroidered shoes landed on the ground, they got wet.

Madam Yu was wearing thin clothes, and her right hand was holding onto Xia Qingqing tightly. Xia Qingqing covered her mouth and whimpered. The red and swollen marks that were previously covered with makeup seemed to have been wiped clean.

"Mother, I don't want to kneel down to her. I don't want to apologize to her."

"Qing Qing is already nine years old, so submissive, so embarrassing, how can you raise your head in the future?" Xia Qingqing looked at Madam Yu pleadingly, her eyes full of hot tears.

Why, why did her family still kowtow to Jiang huailu and admit their mistakes?

Jiang huailu was clearly the poor family who came to live here. Why?