Chiang Xiao had finished rinsing the rice, added water, lit the fire, and started to cook. She set up a folding table in the courtyard, initially intending to take this time to work on another painting, but instead, she happened to overhear a drama unfolding next door.
Upon hearing Chiang Caijiao's cries, Chiang Xiao felt her heart turn cold.
A nine-year-old child, having already learned to manipulate words and fabricate things out of thin air, truly left her at a loss for words.
Even if she had thought so in her heart, she clearly had not cursed Ho Laidi in front of Chiang Caijiao. And when did she ever say she wanted Meng Xinian to teach her how to fight and how to increase her strength?
However, while listening to Ho Laidi blindly slander Meng Xinian, Chiang Xiao really felt like picking up the sack of rice bran again and charging over to give that old woman another thorough thrashing.
