"The matter was completed without ever speaking about it." Qiao Xiaomai's expression remained cold.
"Don't you know the principle that a child should not speak of their elders' faults?!" Tong Xingda barked.
"No, I can't read," Xiaomai deflected.
"You're doing this on purpose!" Seeing Xiaomai's behavior, the sparks of anger in Tong Xingda's heart instantly turned into a roaring fire.
"I'm speaking the truth, how is that intentional? Why don't we ask grandpa to judge, or even invite the villagers to judge?" Qiao Xiaomai's expression remained cold.
Tong Xingda, strong on the outside but weak on the inside, harsh no matter how soft-hearted, she always believed that the louder your voice, the more capable you were.
But to see Tong Xingda scolding her so loudly, simply because he was an elder, tsk.
