Axiang looked again, and why had Aunt Zhao arrived too?
Aunt Zhao's expression was also quite unpleasant. She rushed over to Axiang and said sarcastically, "Like mother, like daughter, what kind of mother bears what kind of daughter! Hasn't Dabao not visited her for just a few days, and she's already this desperate? Tsk tsk tsk, she can even kiss a fool!"
Axiang's face turned red with anger, "Aunt Zhao, please be more respectful when you speak. I did nothing with the fool, I just..."
"Just came to his house to take shelter from the rain? Go on, keep talking! A married little slut spends half a day at a man's house claiming it's to avoid rain? Who would believe that! Oh, it's only been a few days, and now you've started calling me Aunt Zhao. I remember not so long ago you were still calling me 'mom,'" Aunt Zhao had never liked Axiang, so she spoke as venomously as she could.
