Several washing women covered their mouths and chuckled secretly.
Su Qingyue wasn't someone to mess with. As she put down the wooden bucket filled with clothes, she picked up a small stone and flicked it with her finger. The stone shot out and hit Liu Xiaohong's heel.
Liu Xiaohong, who was squatting by the river and enthusiastically hitting the "little person," felt a numbness in her heel and fell forward.
Splash! She fell into the river, still holding the stick she used to hit the "little person."
"Oh! She fell into the river?" Su Qingyue pretended to be surprised, "Truly, troublemakers have their own retribution."
"Ha ha..." The women laughed heartily.
Wang Cuihua laughed the loudest, "The troublemaker fell into the river. Let's see if she still dares to be treacherous..."