Old Mrs. Mu grew angrier the more she thought about it.
She really didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the third branch.
But that little brat dared to curse the ancestors of the Old Mu Family.
Old Mrs. Mu threw off her blanket, hastily tidied her hair, dressed herself, and strode toward the third branch with determination.
Mr. Mu, afraid that Old Mrs. Mu would cause trouble, got up to follow her.
In the third branch's kitchen, Old Mrs. Mu burst in fiercely, kicking open the kitchen door.
"You little wench, you've been cursing our Old Mu Family all night. Are you done yet? Believe it or not, I, the old lady, will tear that mouth of yours apart!"
Old Mrs. Mu stood with her hands on her hips, spewing a torrent of words.
In the kitchen, everyone, including Mu Dashan, was startled.
Each had a dumbfounded expression, even Da Wu's wife stopped her cursing.
They stared blankly at Old Mrs. Mu.
Mu Dashan stood up and asked, "Mom, why are you here?"
