Yang Chuxia started with curses and a tough and arrogant attitude, which shocked Ms. Hua Junior. She had already heard that this girl had become fierce, and it seemed to be true.
"You uncultured thing, cursing as soon as you open your mouth. Did you wash your mouth out this morning? Get lost! I'm going to talk to your grandma." Ms. Hua Junior then yelled loudly into the Yang Family's yard, "Auntie, auntie, you have to stand up for your niece! Look at how this little bitch beat up your two great-nephews."
As for Ms. Hua Junior's words, Yang Chuxia sneered. Curses? Damn, she had trained among a group of men since she was young; this was child's play to her.
But even if the facts were true, when was it this vicious woman's turn to speak?
"Ptui! Look at you with your husband-killing and son-killing face, talking about manners! You want to find my grandma? Go ahead! She's waiting for you underground. Want me to send you off?"