Li Cuihua suddenly stopped hearing Yang Dongmei's cursing and stopped herself.
She pressed her ear against the crack in the door to listen to what was happening outside.
Hearing Yang Dongmei call him village chief made him tremble.
Why is the village chief here?
She paced back and forth, thinking about how to deal with it.
"How did she steal your jar?"
The village chief also needs to know the whole story.
“I don’t know either. Today we brought Dashan back, and his uncle saw that we had a lot of things, so he drove the oxcart to our door. When a lot of people saw Dashan come back, they all gathered around. We originally put the jar on the oxcart. But after we moved the things, we couldn’t find the jar. I just came over and heard her admit with her own ears that she stole it.”
"You're talking nonsense! I didn't take your family's jar. There were so many people there, how can you be so sure it was me who took it?" Li Cuihua, who was inside the door, quickly denied and defended herself upon hearing Yang Dongmei's statement.
She made up her mind; since she wouldn't admit it, Yang Dongmei couldn't do anything about it.
"Li Cuihua, open the door. Let's talk this out face to face." As soon as Aunt Pang heard her voice, she quickly told her to open the door.
"I won't open it unless you can guarantee that Yang Dongmei won't hit me." She had been beaten by Yang Dongmei several times and was truly traumatized.
This time, in addition, she had actually taken the jar from Yang Dongmei's house, so she felt a little guilty and scared.
"Li Cuihua, open the door for me, or should I call someone to invite Gu Daqiang back before I open it?" the village chief said sternly.
Li Cuihua felt a chill run down her spine when she heard her husband's name.
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