This time, Joshua erupted in fury, pouncing on me like a leopard and pinning me to the floor.
"Cindy has been so good to you! How could you call her a filthy rat?"
"Without Cindy's unwavering support, your entire family would still be eating bran in some remote mountain village! Now that you're living comfortably, you're starting to despise her, huh? You worthless scumbag!"
Seeing him yell so loudly, I laughed instead. "I heard you love custard pie the most. Those boxes of pies were bought just for you, right?"
"What nonsense! I'll beat you to death!" Joshua barked.
Joshua swung his fist and started to fight me. Even so, I quickly turned the tables.
But suddenly, a sharp pain struck the back of my head. When I turned around, I saw Cindy clutching a large bowl in her hands.
She hurriedly shoved me aside, helped Joshua up and asked with concern, "Joshua, are you okay? Did you get hurt?"
As soon as Joshua shook his head, Cindy breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she turned to blame me, "Did you take the wrong medicine today? Being unreasonable with me is fine, but how could you hit Joshua?"
I reached up to the back of my head, then countered, "Was I the one who started it?"