"How dare you threaten me, you old hag?" Old Mrs. Mu shrieked.
All evening, it was only her voice that Mu Shuangshuang could hear, piercing her ears.
She didn't want to continue this with Old Mrs. Mu; getting some sleep was the most important thing at this hour.
"Grandma, I'm heading back to sleep! You can have Second Uncle take back this knife since he's the one who caused all these troubles."
As soon as Mu Shuangshuang finished speaking, she flicked the knife in her hand towards Mu Dazhong's foot.
Mu Dazhong was startled and quickly stepped back several paces, but even then, the knife stopped just next to his foot.
Looking at the vegetable knife with traces of blood still on it near his foot, cold sweat dripped from Mu Dazhong's forehead.
"You... you..." Mu Dazhong was so terrified he couldn't speak, just kept glaring at Mu Shuangshuang.
Mrs. Lin beside him was also stupefied.
