Su Xue's grip was so strong that Ma Xiulan could barely breathe.
"Taking advantage of your age and thinking no one dares to lay a hand on you, right?" With each utterance, Su Xue delivered a slap that crackled loudly. "Others might be too polite to hit you, but I certainly am not. Did you ever think of this day when you killed my mother?"
"I didn't," Ma Xiulan screamed desperately. "I am your grandmother; if you dare to hit me, you will be cursed."
"Who will be cursed, you or me? Your eldest son is crippled like a dead dog, your eldest granddaughter is bound to rot in prison, Su Xuewu is nothing but a vile man. The gambling addict will meet a bad end one day, and I think that day isn't far off; Su Xueqiang is already in prison with his family torn apart, and Su Xuefang is headed for a miserable death."
