Just regained her freedom, Old Mrs. Mu started cursing.
"You damn old fool, how dare you kidnap me, you know who my son is? My son is the county magistrate, if he comes, he won't let you off!"
"Ugly thing, shameless thing, you'll die a horrible death!"
To be fair, when Old Mrs. Mu curses, she never repeats herself!
The more Zhu San looked, the more he thought this woman would make a good wife for his foolish son.
She's got a strong fighting spirit! Compared to his son, she's the complete opposite, she'll take care of his son well, and he won't be called a fool!
"Go on, curse, curse all you want. The more you curse, the more you'll suffer later. When my son returns, I'll have him deal with you, you old hag!" Zhu San yelled.
Old Mrs. Mu glared at him fiercely, spitting at Zhu San non-stop.
"People like you always meet their end badly! You'll have your tongue cut out, you'll be thrown into a cauldron of oil…"
