Lin's Mother's fighting spirit was certainly not to be underestimated, especially when enemies met, each with eyes redder than the other's. The moment she clapped eyes on Zhang Xiaohua, Lin's Mother was already brewing her Ultimate Move, ready to strike at any time.
"Old witch? You... You country bumpkin dare to call me an old witch? You're just jealous! It's because you can't stand that I dress better than you, that I look prettier than you, isn't it?"
However, Zhang Xiaohua had practically grown up fighting with Lin's Mother, so how could her fighting spirit be weak? She spat back just as quickly, huffing and puffing furiously at Lin's Mother.
"Me, jealous of you? What a joke! Why on earth would I ever be envious of an old witch like you? Back in the day, you couldn't even steal a man away from me, so now why don't you bark some more, huh?"
