Upon seeing the situation, Li Qiao calmly stepped forward, pinched the philtrum to rescue Li Jinhua, and soon, the other person slowly regained consciousness.
"You, you! Even as a ghost, I won't let you off," Li Jinhua said through gritted teeth, filled with hate.
Li Qiao: "Even if I were a ghost, you couldn't beat me even if you died."
Li Jinhua was gasping for breath.
Li Qiao hooked the corner of her mouth and turned to walk out the door.
Li Shengcai said, "What are you doing? Leaving just like that? Shouldn't you be visiting relatives and eating at home during the New Year's celebration?"
Li Qiao: "I would love to eat, but I'm afraid of being poisoned and paralyzed."
Dong Lamei was equally hopping mad, grabbing a pot shovel and running out of the kitchen: "You ungrateful girl, I kindly made food for you, and you don't eat it, that's fine, but what's this about poisoning?"
Li Qiao suddenly screamed: "Ah! The wicked stepmother is going to hit me!" And she ran off.
