"Exactly, she's a disgrace to women."
"A woman as worthless as you, no one would pick her up even if she were thrown away. If I were your husband, I'd have divorced you long ago for your adultery, yet here you are, strutting around."
"Indeed, to have done such filthy deeds and still shout about it, no shame at all. People like you are a waste of air while alive and a pollutant to the land when dead."
The relentless cursing penetrated her ears, but Auntie Sun, who had rolled in the brothel for years, felt nothing. In the past, when she competed with her fellow sisters for clients in the brothel, she often engaged in verbal battles with them, so such scenes were all too familiar.
For Mo Xiaoqiang, it was different; his emotions were already near breaking point. With the chattering curses of the women ringing in his ears, he suddenly lost control, flung Auntie Sun aside, and dashed out.
"Husband, husband!"
