Three meters to Suizi's left stood a middle-aged woman.
Her padded jacket looked like it hadn't been changed for months, dirty and filthy. Her face was pinched and sour, giving off an air of being not quite right in the head.
It was none other than Li Youcai's mother.
Ever since Li Youcai was sent back to jail by Suizi, the Li Family had been ostracized in Yang Village.
The villagers intentionally isolated the Li Family.
Seeing that the old Yu Family house was on fire, Li's mother rushed over, intending to gloat in front of Suizi.
"Mother of Youcai, you're lousy with lice and you still have time to 'scratch our backs'?"
Before Suizi could respond, Wang Cuihua retorted.
"If she wasn't a jinx, would we all have a miserable New Year?" Li's mother sneered at Suizi.
"Huh, instead of pointing fingers at the arsonist, you're blaming my daughter-in-law? Let's all recite this a few times, shall we?"
