She was so frightened that her courage broke.
Zhang Father was a soft man who usually listened to his wife. Seeing his son being so violently beaten, he wanted to step forward, but he was intimidated by Yun Father's stare and the knife in their hand, which weakened his resolve.
Zhang Cuihua was dazed and had been beaten senseless.
"Are you going to talk or not?" Yun Mother was utterly impolite toward Zhang Cuihua.
"I... don't... know..." Zhang Cuihua stammered out disjointedly.
Yun Mother slapped Zhang Cuihua several more times, and this time, Zhang Cuihua's face swelled up like a pig's head.
Not a single man in the Yun Family felt sympathy; Zhang Cuihua had only herself to blame.
"There's really nothing left. If there were, your son's life would be gone. After all, my son is the squadron leader. At worst, they could arrest me and put me in jail for a few years, but the Zhang Family would be finished."