Jiang Gu, having cooled down under Zhou Lan's influence, got enraged once again by Wang Niu's words and raised his fist. "Say that again, and I'll hit you!"
Wang Niu, frightened, shrunk her neck and stopped speaking, tugging sadly at her floral dress.
Zhou Lan didn't want to stoop down to a child's level, especially when the farmers from the fields began to gather around. If the adults saw her bullying a child, it wouldn't look good.
Ignoring the crowd, Zhou Lan, with one hand gripping Jiang Gu and the other holding a wooden stick, headed towards Wang Xing's house. "I won't bicker with a child, but I'll confront your parents! They always avoid real work and only spread rumors. I'll see to it that they get their mouths shut."
Seeing Zhou Lan's furious demeanor, the onlookers weren't worried about her fighting; instead, they feared she might be bullied.
