The Yun family's house was immediately filled with the sounds of fighting. Even though Yun Bixue was facing off ten or so people by herself, somehow no one managed to get close to her.
"Ah… terrible, terrible…!" Yang Siru screamed excessively.
Old Lady Shen looked at the mess on the first floor and felt her temples jumping with pain. The tendons on her hand that was holding the walking stick were more visible than normal. She really didn't look very well.
"Siru, call for help on the telephone," Old Lady Shen ordered, her eyes filled with a shadow of darkness.
Yang Siru said happily, "Yun Bixue, Yun Bixue, your day has finally come. It's no wonder that no one wants you. Just look at you now, I bet it won't be long before Young Master Xie grows tired of you as well, haha…!"
"Yang Siru, you sure are pleased with yourself, aren't you?" Yun Bixue looked at those who had fallen before her, and she fixed her hair. She looked messy, but not flustered.
