Ye Mo hummed at Ye Liu's words. "Liu, don't waste your breath or your time on her! We're leaving."
He really did not want to stay here a second longer. He wanted to get home to his wife quickly.
Li Wazi walked beside Ye Yang. He, too, chimed in, "That's right! Liu, let's go home. They're waiting for us to start dinner."
It was already a few hours past the time they usually got home.
"I know that." Ye Liu tossed the broom aside and spoke to her one last time. "You old bag of bones, best not be stirring up trouble, got it? It's going to be your loss anyway. Look at the audience outside your house. Don't think about scamming money out from us."
If she beat him like that again, he would not let her off this easily.
Grandmother Ye might be fuming with rage then, but she knew better. She knew she could not win in a physical fight against the three men in their prime, so she went for a verbal attack instead.
