Blustering threats are the easiest thing, just a flip of the tongue spitting out the fiercest words feels satisfying and relieving, since it doesn't cost a bit of effort, at most just wastes a bit of saliva.
But to translate this pent-up hatred into action is a completely different story. When it comes to scheming, I, Hua Xiaomai, am not even fit to match Guan Rong's fingertip. What should I do to strike back satisfyingly?
Hua Erniang's solution was simple and crude, dismissing it with a suggestion, "Isn't that easy? Just pull out that dying girl Guan Rong and beat her up, huh, as if she has the strength to fight back!"
"Yeah, her dad and mom will just stand by and watch their daughter get beaten, definitely not stepping in to stop it, and if you hurt the girl badly, they surely won't come asking you for medicine money, right?" Hua Xiaomai glanced at her and pouted.
