"You old hag, what are you blabbing on about? Had a mouthful of shit this morning?"
He shoved her, fury flashing coldly in his thick brows and dark pupils.
Back when his sister, Ningxing, got divorced, she didn't tell their family to spare them the worry, so they couldn't stand up for her. But he could no longer bear it.
Did they think her family was dead?
Old Mrs. Xia always bullied the weak and feared the strong. Faced with the towering Uncle Lin, she immediately became timid and stuttered without being able to fart a single word.
The village chief had also arrived by now, and seeing the quarrel broke out again, he became so angry he nearly had a brain hemorrhage, "Old Mrs. Xia, on such a joyful day, what are you causing trouble for? If you don't want to scramble for bread, then get the hell out of here immediately!"
"I... I won't go anywhere..." Old Mrs. Xia's face turned red, and she wished she could sink into the ground.
