"Get them out, get them out quickly, and every time they come back, drive them away again."
"Right."
"Right."
So, the Cao Family, dirty and disheveled, were driven off by the crowd.
They got nothing, and Old Master Cao was injured in a fall; in the end, he had to be carried back.
But Yang Chuxia did not feel the slightest bit of sympathy for him. Disrespectful in his old age and only thinking about taking advantage, he deserved whatever injuries he got.
"While you're at it, clean up our doorway too. We have those spices in the house, don't we? Place them at the entrance and fumigate for a couple of days."
After the Cao Family people left, Yang Chuxia gave orders to the servants to start the clean-up.
"I do have a bit of regret!"
When she entered the courtyard, Yang Chuxia said.
"What? Regretting splashing them?" Ye Zi'an asked, thinking it shouldn't be the case.
