"Qiao Muniang, on what basis do you tie us up? What embroidery room? We've never done such a thing, and you're just trying to blame us for your own deserved divine punishment?"
Qiao Dalang was indeed much shrewder than Qiao Lianhua; when cornered, he still played the role of a dying duck with a hard beak.
Muniang said coldly, "I've kept that chopped-off beam, with such obvious knife marks. Do you think I'm a fool?"
Qiao Dalang's face changed, and Qiao Lianhua was even more stunned. She hadn't expected that in such a dire situation, Qiao Muniang would have the presence of mind to observe the broken beam. This woman was indeed terrifying!
Qiao Lianhua looked at Qiao Dalang with a pitiful expression, seemingly asking, what should we do now?
