Zhulan didn't look at Wang Zhang's wife; instead, she fixed her gaze on the three- or four-year-old child squatting in the yard, defecating. Her stomach churned, and she couldn't help but take a step back, and also pulled her daughter back with her.
Seeing Zhulan trying to suppress her disgust, Wang Zhang's wife was furious, "Yang Zhulan, what do you mean by this, coming here to start trouble?"
Zhulan shifted her focus to Wang Zhang's wife's face, and finally felt a bit less nauseous. She observed her closely; they say looks reflect the heart, but it obviously wasn't accurate here. Wang Zhang's wife looked exceptionally plump, with a demeanor that seemed fortunate and kind. If looks truly reflected the person within, her countenance should be mean.
Wang Zhang's wife rolled up her sleeves, clearly looking for a fight, and charged over in one breath, her hands reaching to scratch.
