Qiao Yin's patience had run out, she stepped forward to pull her away: "This is my bedroom, the house is also mine, if you want to sleep, go sleep in your son's place, not here!"
Dou Yuemei slapped away Qiao Yin's hand with a 'smack', irritably retorting: "Why are you pulling me? I can't even lie in bed for a while? I'm your grandmother, you should respect me, not chase me away!"
She had been working hard for years, her hands were strong.
Qiao Yin bore one of her slaps, and her hand instantly swelled up.
Out of endurance, she opened the drawer, took out a spare silver needle, then thrust it towards Dou Yuemei's neck.
All Dou Yuemei felt was an abrupt pain in her neck, then her arms and legs became rigid and unresponsive.
"What are you doing? Did you stab me? Qiao Yin, how dare you stab me!"
Qiao Yin replied coldly: "You forced me."
