The girl spoke again, "Su Ronggui, when I go home tonight, I'll ask Auntie to make zongzi. These dirty things from outside should be thrown away!"
The word "throw" made Tu Hengsha's heart tighten; she stared at Su Ronggui, but saw that he didn't even look up, maintaining that same indifferent expression, that same indifferent tone, "Throw it away."
Throw it away... throw it away... throw it away...
The two words thundered in Tu Hengsha's ears, making her wonder if she was hallucinating. This wasn't something her Xiao Xu would say, no! Was the Xiao Xu who stood firm and said, "If there's a problem, come to me, not her!" really the person in front of her?
She saw the girl smile, and the still warm zongzi flew from the girl's hand in a long arc toward the trash can by the door.
A flash of her mom diligently wrapping zongzi crossed her mind, and her heart felt a mix of ache, swelling, and fiery anger; she couldn't resist standing up with a loud crash as her chair skidded back.