Pei Qin came over, grabbed his lapel, pulled him up, and punched him in the eye, throwing him to the ground, "Before you stirred things up, you should have thought about getting beaten!"
Fang Zhi, trembling in pain, stretched out his hand pointing at Pei Qin, opened his mouth but could not speak, and drool kept flowing.
Everyone watched, feeling that Fang Zhi had it coming. Useless yet meddling in affairs, crazed with the desire for wealth, instigating Fang Li. He didn't even consider his own weight.
Pei Qin no longer looked at him, and directly entered the house with Pei Yuan and Pei Qian.
Seeing her intervene and start by hitting Fang Zhi, Fang Li's eyes blazed with even more resentful rage.
Pei Qin watched coldly, then glanced at Widow Yang, seeing her crying piteously, "A woman in her twenties or thirties acting all delicate and pitiful. Big uncle, don't you find that disgusting? With so many pretty, young women around, why settle for this old wife!"
