Xingxing had already noticed that Miss Song was very arrogant. Although Zhou Dayin deserved to be bullied, Miss Song was indeed domineering and unreasonable. Xingxing didn't want to get entangled with her any longer, so she pretended not to hear her and quickened her pace to get away from the place.

"Stop her! How dare you! Are you deaf? I told you to stop, and you pretended not to hear me. Whose child are you? Do you know the consequences of offending me?" At Miss Song's command, two servants immediately blocked her way.

"Woof woof woof." Little Gray and Little Black barked a few times at the Song family members when they saw that something was wrong.

A servant from the Song family picked up a wooden stick from somewhere and pretended to hit Xiao Hui and Xiao Hei. The two cowards were immediately frightened and ran away.

Sigh, two useless dogs.

Xingxing pursed her lips, turned around and glared at Miss Song, saying in a fiercer, childlike voice, "I'm just strolling around in front of my own house. I can stand wherever I want, it's none of your business. I just happened to come out of my house, and you're making a scene and then blaming others for staring at you."

Are you blind? Can't you see someone coming? Don't you know to move aside? Who cares about you, you shameless bastard.

"Who are you calling shameless?" Miss Song stormed over and ripped off Xingxing's little straw hat. "Wow, so you're an ugly monster. Your face is covered in scabs. You're so ugly."

Xingxing: "...I'm not ugly. You're prettier than me in every way except for your clothes."

"Your face is all rotten, and you still dare to say you're prettier than me? Ugly freak, you're disfigured!" Song Jiao stuck out her tongue angrily and snatched the azalea from her hand.

"You're the ugly one! Your heart is ugly, and your face is even uglier. You lifted my straw hat and stole my azaleas! You're a little bandit!" Xingxing retorted angrily.

"You dare call me a bandit and say I'm ugly? Men, beat her! Beat her until she cries!"

"If any of you dare to hit me, I'll call for help. The whole village will come to help me and beat you all to a pulp." Xingxing spoke toughly, but she was actually scared inside.

Fortunately, the maids and servants remembered what Master Song had said: they should not cause trouble in the village. It was fine to make a fuss about something as trivial as catching a wind, but they had to be careful when it came to hitting people. They could not attack the villagers unless the villagers attacked them first, especially since the girl in front of them was a delicate and pretty little girl.

Unable to get the maids and servants to do anything, Miss Song was annoyed and could only continue arguing with Xingxing. As the two girls argued, the topic took a strange turn, and they started comparing their beauty.

"Who's afraid of who? Let's compare, but even if your face heals, you're still not as good-looking as me. Besides, your face might not even heal," Miss Song raised her chin and suddenly asked the servants around her, "Who do you think is prettier, me or her?"

"Of course Miss is prettier. How can this country bumpkin compare to you? Look at her face, one side is covered in scabs, how ugly she is." Song Jiao's personal maid quickly coaxed her patiently, while secretly glaring at Xingxing.

Xingxing snorted angrily, "You're just praising yourselves. You're shameless. They're all your people, so of course you're lying through your teeth. You need to find a fair and just person to judge this. Your own words don't count."

After finishing, Xingxing added, "I'm six years old this year. I think you're older than me. You're a big kid bullying me, a little kid, and you don't even dare to compete with me fairly. Shame on you."

When Song Jiao heard that this little girl was actually three years younger than her, she wouldn't have cared about who was older or younger unless the other girl reminded her. She would directly make trouble for whoever made her unhappy. At this moment, she took a closer look.

This little girl was indeed more than half a head shorter than her. When they were arguing, she kept her head tilted back, avoiding looking at the injured side of her face. The other side of her face was rosy, fair and delicate, with a small but straight nose. In particular, her big eyes blinked watery and were incredibly attractive.

This is outrageous!

This farm girl has such beautiful eyes.

Although she thought the other girl was pretty, Song Jiao absolutely refused to admit that the little girl was prettier than her.

“You want to find a fair person to judge this matter? There’s one right here. Brother Qingfeng is the most fair in his actions and words. Let’s have him judge this matter and see who is better looking.” Song Jiao said proudly and confidently.

“He’s on your side, he’ll definitely help you, it’s not fair,” Xingxing retorted.

Song Jiao was really angry now. You can talk about her, but you can't talk about Brother Qingfeng. "Brother Qingfeng is a young master from a prestigious family. He won't favor anyone. If you dare not believe him and say bad things about him again, I'll hit you."

What's so great about her sick brother? When her second and fourth brothers come back, she'll beat them until they cry for their parents.

However, she is currently outnumbered and outmatched, so she can only continue to deal with the arrogant Miss Song for now.

“Since you say he has a good character, I’ll believe you this once. Let’s compare now,” Xingxing said, turning to the side and pointing to her uninjured side of her face. “Do you dare to compare your profile with mine? My profile is prettier than yours.”

Having never seen such a vain country girl, Song Jiao was naturally unwilling to be looked down upon. She stood next to Xingxing, sideways beside her, and then called Tie Qingfeng over to comment.

Tie Qingfeng is ten years old this year, but he has always been physically weak, so he looks very thin and only about eight years old. However, he is steady and precocious, so he doesn't want to get involved in the quarrel between the two little girls.

But Song Jiao kept urging him on. Sigh, for Uncle Song's sake, he decided to put up with her one more time and came over to take a look. Originally, he wanted to casually say that Song Jiao was prettier.

But after getting closer and seeing what Xingxing looked like, he couldn't bring himself to say something against his conscience. She was just a child, how could he bully a little girl?

“Her profile is even prettier.” Tie Qingfeng pointed at Xingxing with a nonchalant expression, then said to Song Jiao, “You were the one who insisted that I come here to choose one. I never lie, you should have known that.”

Therefore, you are not allowed to lose your temper.