"......"

"And besides, I didn't steal any of your money! It was all taken by your son to squander on a life of debauchery!"

"Your son is a gambler! A lecher! A son of a bitch! He even forced me to sell myself for twenty dollars, he's got jail time to go..."

How could the fat woman tolerate being humiliated in front of so many acquaintances by someone who had never resisted before?

She grabbed the empty bowl from Li Guoqing's table—the one his aunt had just used to drink soy milk—and smashed it down on He Xiaohong's head with all her might.

"Shut up! Shut up! You're the one who should be in jail! You spent six years in prison, all because of your own side..."

"Snap—"

The bowl of soy milk fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

He Xiaohong sneered and walked step by step toward the fat woman, looking like a demon.

"Yeah! I'm prison material, I've been to prison before... Do you want to experience what it's like to be in prison with your beastly son?"

The fat woman's face turned deathly pale as He Xiaohong forced her to retreat step by step until she had nowhere left to go. Suddenly, she shouted:

"A ghost!"

Then they fled in panic.

He Xiaohong's lips curled into a sarcastic smile, "Pah—you dog!"

A resounding victory.

I don't know why, but my vision looks a little red.

He Xiaohong wiped her eyelids and looked closely; her hands were covered in blood.

The onlookers had long since run far away when suddenly a warm, large hand reached out and supported her from behind.

"You're injured. I'll take you to the hospital."