"Madam Xie, you foul woman, what has your family been up to these days?" Old Lady Mo was typically the type to bully the weak and fear the strong; she only dared to come to bully Madam Xie, the soft persimmon, when Big Bull was not around.
"Mother-in-law, you've come." Madam Xie was somewhat surprised to see Old Lady Mo.
Ever since the old hag had been frightened by Big Bull, she hadn't come over to cause trouble for several days.
"What? Your family makes a fortune and I, the old woman, can't come over?" With Big Bull not around, Old Lady Mo's tone became arrogant and domineering again, looking down on Madam Xie with great disdain.
"Mother-in-law, you know that's not what I mean." After all, Madam Xie had been enslaved by Old Lady Mo for over a decade, and seeing her was like a mouse seeing a cat—a mentality she just couldn't shake off.
"I heard your family grew some big watermelons?" Old Lady Mo stood in front of Madam Xie, brimming with smugness.
