Does one Slap Make a Sound?
"What did you say?! Watch your mouth!" Zhu Zirui snapped angrily. The people around them turned their sharp and stern gazes toward the woman, making her gulp and turn pale. Yet, she still felt indignant and refused to back down.
"I... I didn't say anything wrong," she stammered.
"What do you mean, you didn't say anything wrong? You didn't properly discipline your son, and he got his head filled with impure thoughts after seeing a girl. Now you're throwing dirty water on me? Do you think I have a good temper?" Su Yijia released her grip on the wheelchair and took a few steps forward, clearly showing her intention to confront the woman physically.
Normally, this woman wouldn't be afraid, but there were two burly men nearby now, and she was worried not only about herself but also about her son getting hurt. She had no choice but to swallow her pride.
"I just thought that it takes two to tango..." she muttered.