She turned her head and yelled at the crowd, "Have all of you ate till you're bloated, gossiping here? Scram as far as you can, don't blabber here! Mind your own business!"
Xu Chaomu was truly furious, and now, her forehead was covered in sweat and her complexion looked terrible.
These people really had nothing better to do after a full meal—such ethos was ruined by these folks.
Startled by Xu Chaomu's shout, the group of middle-aged uncles and aunties finally closed their mouths and sheepishly retreated.
But as they backed away, they still whispered among themselves, "That woman must also be no good."
"Exactly, otherwise why would she be so furious?"
"Birds of a feather flock together; this woman looks like a vixen."
"Yeah, these women, aren't they just relying on their youth and beauty? Wait until they get old and get dumped by men, then we'll see them crying in the streets."
Xu Chaomu was boiling with rage as they continued to talk nonsense.