Fifty-one, who doesn't have someone to back them up!_1

Dong Qingfang had never expected that Ji Pianran, who always spoke softly and subserviently in the village, asking around for loans and speaking kindly as if she'd never get angry, would actually dare to speak to her like this.

Dong Qingfang glanced at Ji Pianran, her disdainful face filled with surprise, "Oh, oh, oh, others can't talk about you, but I can't talk about you either? Don't you see what kind of thing you are..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Ji Pianran raise her hand and land a solid slap on Dong Qingfang's face.

She, Ji Pianran, was poor, but she neither stole nor robbed.

She relied on her own hands, honestly working and earning money. What was there to be ashamed of?

Even when it came to borrowing money, she never asked Dong Qingfang for a single penny.

All along, she had never owed Dong Qingfang a dime.

What right did she have to talk about her?

Ji Pianran's slap was extremely heavy.

Dong Qingfang was dazed by the slap on the spot.