"Bang—" After a loud crash, Wang Daxiu fell back stiffly onto the ground.
It seemed she hit her face directly; Wang Daxiu's nose collapsed inwards, and without even a grunt, she fainted.
The dining table, still careening from its previous momentum, with the cleaver that Wang Daxiu had been brandishing, wobbled around for ages before finally, with a clatter, it landed on Wang Daxiu's body.
"Hiss—" Wang Yongzhu winced for Wang Daxiu, wondering if that double hit from the dining table could cause a concussion.
By the time the neighbors rushed over, they were greeted by a scene of chaos in the Wang Family Courtyard.
There were cries of women and children, the coughing of men, the screams of children, and the roars of men, all intertwined.
Food was scattered all over the ground, surrounded by fragments of bowls and plates.
The massive dining table lay overturned on the ground, and it seemed to be on top of a person—?
