"I'll kill these scoundrels." Gu Yao's hands were trembling with anger, veins popping out, as he grabbed the firewood knife next to him. He had reached the limits of his patience.
Yang Baihe jumped up in a panic and ran out of the room, hiding behind her mother, thinking to herself that this Second Young Master Gu was terrifying.
Feng Caie was also startled and hurried outside, but she stumbled and fell flat on her face, sprawling out on the ground. Yet, she dared not say a word and quickly crawled behind Yang Anshi for cover.
By this time, Yang Anshi's loud voice had already carried far and wide, drawing in spectators even from a distance. Coupled with some busybodies spreading the word through the village, it wasn't long before almost half the villagers had gathered to watch.
Over the past half month, the villagers had developed an addiction to watching the drama, finding it quite unremarkable. If a day passed without incident, they would probably feel out of sorts.
