"Ouch!"
As the stick fell, Zhu Cuiying let out a shrill scream.
The robust woman was not really going hard, but being beaten in front of so many people, Zhu Cuiying felt the most painful part was not her buttocks, but her face.
In the fifty years since Anping Village was established, only a few idle rascals had been beaten.
She was the first woman to be beaten.
She couldn't bear this unique honor.
Her buttocks burned, her face seared, Zhu Cuiying yelled, "Qiao Xiaomai, you base wench, just like your ungrateful mother who eloped with a strange man, you will face retribution. Heaven won't let you get away with this! You deserve to be struck by lightning!"
At this curse, Qiao Xiaomai's expression remained unchanged.
Vulgar insults were the acts of the weak. Those who were truly capable would not bother with such wasted words. Only the weak choose such an annoying way to vent their anger.
