Lady Chen's daughter, Xiao He, who always kept her head down when she left the house, suddenly lifted her head, her eyes shining brightly, showing no resentment toward Lin Yuan.
As Lin Yuan stuffed grass in her mouth, she continued to curse until her arm got a bit sore from Lady Chen's mouthful of grass, but she didn't get off her immediately. Still clutching her hair with one hand, she viciously threatened, "Xiao He's mother, you listen to me. You can beat your own daughter at home, and I won't interfere, but if you dare to lay a finger on anyone from Lin Yuan's house, I'll throw you into the river to feed the fish!"
Even though Lin Yuan didn't have a kitchen knife in her hand this time and hadn't threatened to chop her with one, Lady Chen was already terrified. She didn't dare spit out the grass in her mouth, just nodding woefully, her eyes rimming with red.
