He'd had enough of Liu'er's mother's nonsense for one day. When Li Changliang stepped up, he realized how satisfying a proper scolding could be—nothing like his own pathetic, stifled anger that had gotten Juhua cursed out. Just when things were about to calm down, this Mrs. Wang had to stir the pot again, even fabricating a story about him and Liu'er. He couldn't take it anymore. He rolled up his sleeves, ready to beat someone up.
Qingmu also stepped forward, his face taut. "How would the Tang family know Huai Zi once proposed to the Sun Family? Even if they did, who would care? They probably don't even know who Huai Zi is. Sun Tiezhu, your wife is just spouting nonsense. So tell us, are you going to shut her up, or should we?"
Sun Tiezhu was already full of rage with nowhere to vent it. Seeing his wife being so tactless, he swung a slap across her face. The blow sent her spinning in place, her chest and backside jiggling, but she didn't fall.
