"I've heard about yesterday's matter, and I've come to understand the gist of it. To clearly say who is right and who is wrong is difficult, but we are all fellow villagers, and it's not good for relations to become so strained, not to mention, Muniang, you are after all a granddaughter of the Qiao family, aren't you?" the village chief said.
Muniang nodded, looking obediently.
The village chief, seeing Muniang's innocent and harmless appearance, felt that Qiao Dazhi was too lacking in generosity, bearing a grudge against a child and rattling off a list of her supposedly bad traits early in the morning. The girl was clearly so well-behaved, nowhere near the wretchedness he described!
Qiao Dazhi said coldly, "She is not my granddaughter; our family does not raise such beasts!"
"Old Mr. Qiao, mind your words; at least in my presence, you don't have the liberty to talk nonsense," the village chief said sternly.
