With a quick glance, she continued, "Besides, she's been lying on my third son's kang all afternoon. If word gets out, it won't sound good for her reputation."
Zhao Pulin's arms bulged with veins as he clenched his fists, wanting to give the old hag a good beating, and the two families were at an impasse for a while.
Zhao Pulin said, "If Auntie Mao won't release her, then I'll have no choice but to report this to the police. My wife realizes she was wrong, and if it comes to it, she can spend a few months in there.
But I must take my daughter home today no matter what."
Old Madam Mao retorted, "You're not afraid, and neither am I. Make a big fuss, and your daughter won't end up well. I hear you still have four unmarried girls at home.
Ha ha, when they all become old maids, that will be the joke of the town."
