After being stunned, Dong Lamei squatted on the ground and slapped her own uninjured hand against her thigh while cursing.
Of course, she wasn't cursing Li Qiao.
Because she was clear that Li Qiao wouldn't talk nonsense to her face, the one at fault was her daughter.
Li Qiao swept a look of disdain at the mother and daughter and walked away.
The comfort Dong Lamei thought she would receive came to nothing. She jumped up, grabbed Li Jinhua's face, and vented her anger, "You dead girl! What on earth are you trying to do? I've told you over and over to get along well with her. When people talk, they say how well you sisters get along and it reflects well on me.
Why don't you listen?
You complain about her not feeding you, and now look, she accuses you of stealing. Isn't that a slap in my face?"
