Qiao Miao's laugh subsided gradually, starting tears in her eyes. She patted her chest thrice, as if the hard laughter caused pain there. Traces of anger crept back into her eyes, as her gaze collided with Tang Yu's. She glared daggers at the latter.
"This girl's black presence doesn't augur well for your future, Huan! Just as she stepped a foot in your house, your economy got into trouble! The unceasing heavy rainfall of three consecutive days since her marriage has caused extensive damage to your crops. At first, the gutsy wind spoiled the standing paddy plants, before pushing them into the ground, now stagnant water in the fields has ruined the rest. Isn't it a reversal of your fortune?" Qiao Miao threw the question at her friend, spreading negativity.
