She glanced at the entrance and saw a bamboo pole leaning there, so she took it.
Yang Da'an and Yang Xiaochuan noticed Yang Chuxia at this moment. Yang Xiaochuan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Xiaxia, dear niece, come and save your fourth uncle! These barbarians are going to beat me to death."
Seeing his crying and howling, Yang Chuxia became impatient. In her mind, she cursed, "Who the fuck is your good niece? I don't remember you calling me your good niece before. If it wasn't for Old Yang's sake, I'd fucking ignore you."
However, she was always venomous in both words and deeds, and even though she cursed in her heart, she didn't let anyone off with her words.
She glanced at Yang Xiaochuan and snorted, "Useless. When they hit you, can't you use a knife to fight back? Are the knives in this house made of mud?"
After saying that, she didn't bother looking at the messy people in the yard and went straight to Old Yang, who was surrounded in the middle.
