Chiang Qing looked at the panicked old woman before her, curved her lips into a smile, and suddenly raised her hand, fiercely slapping Mother Qi's face.
Mother Qi howled, shouting loudly: "Murder! Help, someone come!"
"Shut up. Yell again, and I'll really kill you." Chiang Qing snapped coldly, raising a dagger.
Mother Qi's cries of pain stopped immediately, and she looked at Chiang Qing as if staring at a Rakshasa, wanting to cry but not daring to, only able to sob and watch Chiang Qing and the knife in her hand.
"How dare you forget me, how dare you!" Chiang Qing glared at Mother Qi viciously: "Do you all think I'm not worthy, that I can't compare to her?"
Mother Qi's tears flowed long, her hair disheveled, completely unable to hear what this seemingly mad woman was saying.
Who will save her?
"I am Chiang Qing, how dare you forget, how dare you, I am Chiang Qing!" Chiang Qing looked at Mother Qi like a madwoman.
