No matter the reason, if Mrs. Zhao wants to annoy someone, she has to first see if the wife of the village chief agrees.
"Zzzla"
The door was suddenly flung open, and Mrs. Hua's sharp gaze shot directly at Mrs. Zhao, who was sitting at the door patting her legs and howling.
"Mrs. Zhao, what are you howling for at my doorstep so early in the morning? Have you lived so long for nothing, not understanding even the basic principles of conduct? No wonder your family's eldest got beaten up. With a senseless mother like you offending others, it's not surprising he got beaten up behind your back."
With a sarcastic smile on her lips, Mrs. Hua launched a verbal attack.
"Mrs. Liu, you..." Old Mrs. Zhao was so angry she was nearly steaming from her seven orifices.
