As soon as these words were uttered, the onlookers in the village were shocked.
Half of the village crowded around Nicholas's house, leaving no space to pass, everyone staring at the extremely angry Zhang Shuhui and Nicholas, who was confronting her.
All of them, arms crossed, at this moment, no matter how good their relations were with Nicholas's family, not a single person stepped forward to pull them apart or offer comfort. Instead, they merely stood there, silently watching, taking in the spectacle.
"I was not born when you were alive, and you were old when I was born!"
Zhang Shuhui's expression was the epitome of dejection, but immediately after, determination suddenly surged within her melancholic eyes.
She shouted, aimed her neck at the cleaver, and charged forward, instantly causing blood to splatter everywhere.
The onlookers in the village stepped back, but their eyes gleamed with excited curiosity.
