Lin Xiaoguai's brows were tightly knitted, her heart filled with an unprecedented irritability. Already uncomfortable with only her eyes exposed beneath the quilt, the surrounding spectators only intensified her discomfort.
Moreover, people like Jiang Dimei were precisely the kind that she despised the most: those who would stir up trouble and create chaos. Even though she came from a rural background, throughout both of her lives, she had never learned the skill of making a scene.
But people like Jiang Dimei and Wang Zhaodi were simply not the type you could reason with.
She did see that Tie Zhu was just brandishing the iron pipe to intimidate them, aiming to extort money from grandma and grandpa. But who could tell if an accident might occur once the conflict escalated?
Not to mention, the whole affair was quite sickening.
Did they dare to bully so brazenly because they were certain that her family lacked any men who could stand up to them?
