Compared to Lady Zhou, whose face turned from red to white with anger, Zhao Fugui's wife seemed completely calm and composed, even sporting a smile on her face.
"Oh my, how could I forget, your Old Lian Family is such a fine family, known throughout the ten miles and eight villages. You are top-notch when it comes to honing your daughters-in-law. It's a good thing the brides your family takes in are tough; otherwise, they would have been tormented to death by you long ago. And I've forgotten, haven't you already tormented one to death? And there's another one, Old Fourth's wife—everybody knows you've harried her to the brink of her life. She won't even live with you anymore, preferring to separate and be penniless rather than share a house with you."
These words struck a raw nerve with Lady Zhou. She let out a howl and, flailing her arms, lunged at Zhao Fugui's wife. The onlookers wouldn't just stand by and watch two people fight; they all hurriedly restrained Lady Zhou.
