"Still howling around here, bothering my eyes, are you?" Xuexue waved the carrying pole in her hand, her voice cold as ice.
"You nasty girl, even daring to hit your stepmother, be careful Heaven takes you, oh woo woo…" Auntie Sun hugged her arms, wailing in pain.
"Heaven takes me? Hmph! If Heaven really had spirit, it should take you scum instead," Xuexue pointed at Auntie Sun and Mo Xiaoqiang.
Having treated his daughter like this tonight was indeed too much. Mo Xiaoqiang, feeling somewhat guilty, stepped forward, pulling Auntie Sun and whispered, "Wife, stop making a scene, let's hurry up and leave."
Auntie Sun's hand was fractured by Xuexue, and it was unbearably painful. She had long wanted to slip away, but the thought of Butcher Yu waiting for them to bring Xuexue back made her reluctant to leave.
"Husband, catch that nasty girl for me, Butcher Yu is still waiting," Auntie Sun said through the cold sweat on her forehead, still fixated on capturing Xuexue.