"Boom," a sound.
Chiang Xiao finally broke the eerie silence by setting down the wooden bucket on the ground.
Ho Laidi scrambled up, trembling all over with rage.
"Chiang Xiao! You, you dare..."
Chiang Xiao interrupted her, "This bucket of foot-washing water, I've prepared it for you for two days, Auntie. How's the taste?"
What?
Foot-washing water?
Ho Laidi's vision darkened, and she almost fainted. But she was so enraged that for a moment, she lost her usual combativeness and couldn't curse as vehemently as she would have liked.
"This is my home, and even if the gates are open, you have no right to shamelessly burst in time after time without our permission! Neither do you have the right to come and rob us of meat and sugar like bandits!" Chiang Xiao's gaze was icy and piercing, sharp enough to nearly bore two holes in Ho Laidi. "Also, if you insult my grandparents or me again, it won't be as simple as a kick and a splash of foot-washing water. You can try me!"
