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Zheng Ahfeng was so scared by the shovel planted by her feet that she jumped backward, unsure whether it was out of anger or fear, her hand shaking as she pointed at Qin Xiaoruo: "You... you..."
"Aunt Feng, don't forget what I just said." Qin Xiaoruo gently shook the handle of the shovel, pulling it out of the muddy ground with a lightweight reminder, the threat being self-evident.
"Fine, fine, you..." Zheng Ahfeng, with a fierce look but frail inside, gritted her teeth and glared at the two of them before turning and running away, as if something were chasing her.
Watching Zheng Ahfeng's flustered retreat, Qin Xiaoruo suddenly realized a very serious issue, which was filial piety.
