Ma Linghua frowned slightly, a hint of regret in her eyes, but more so a sense of helplessness.
The memories were like an old painting, unfolding and closing in her mind.
"Stop pretending! Finish your fish and get out! Don't come back, you're not welcome here." The old woman's voice was sharp and shrill. Her cloudy eyes were filled with hatred, like an angry old beast wanting to drive the person in front of her out of her territory.
"Hey! No, what's with your attitude? My mother is patronizing your business! How can you be so ungrateful?" Ma Hehua's fiery temper flared up instantly, like dry wood meeting a raging fire.
Her face flushed red, her brows furrowed, and her eyes flashed with furious anger. She jumped to her feet, the chair scraping loudly on the floor.
She put her hands on her hips and glared fiercely at the old woman, looking as if she was about to fight her.
The air around her seemed to heat up with her anger, and the already somewhat oppressive atmosphere became even more tense, with a new conflict about to erupt.
"Oh dear! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, my mother had another attack. She didn't hit you, did she?" The young woman who was cleaning fish rushed out of the kitchen, her hands still smelling of fish, her face full of panic and apology.
Her hair was a little messy, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She hurriedly pulled the old woman behind her and kept bowing and apologizing to Ma Linghua and the others. Her eyes were full of worry and fear, afraid that the situation would get out of control.
"It's alright, just chain her up next time!" Ma Hehua said sarcastically, arms crossed, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
Her gaze was defiant, and as she looked at the old woman's face, which was flushed with anger, she felt a sense of satisfaction.
The old woman was already trembling with anger, and upon hearing Ma Hehua's words, she was like a firecracker that had been lit. Her eyes widened, her chest heaved violently, and she pointed at Ma Hehua, "You...you ill-mannered girl!" Her voice became hoarse with anger, like a broken bellows struggling to be pulled.
Seeing this, the young woman quickly grabbed the old woman tightly, repeatedly saying, "Mother, don't be impulsive, Mother, don't be impulsive," trying to calm her down.
But the old woman wouldn't listen. Her gaze seemed to pierce through Ma Hehua, and she kept cursing.
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