Wang Mingyue stared at her in disbelief. When she regained her senses, she said angrily, "What has it got to do with you? It's none of your business!"
Wang Mingyue's mother was an expert at making a scene. Although Wang Mingyue had a delicate face, she had inherited the essence.
Zhao Lanzhi's mother was not to be outdone. "Someone, come quickly. The little fox from the Lintian Village has come to cast her curses again—"
Zhao Lanzhi's mother hollered. Not only did Bai Wutong and the others hear it, but even the neighboring Lintian village heard it.
The people from Lintian Village were instantly boiling with excitement. They had long wanted to find an opportunity to visit Youjia Village. Now, their opportunity had arrived.
Some people rushed straight to Youjia village even before they finished lifting their pants, afraid that they would miss the climax that everyone would talk about.
