"You can't stop talking about widows and loose women. If you want to be a widow or a loose woman, just say it outright, don't beat around the bush. If I were Old Man Xu, I'd sleep with one eye open at night, wondering when my wife is going to poison me."
Tong Huaqiong became more energized as she continued to curse.
Her loud voice echoed across the nearby wheat fields, where many people were resting after a hard day's work. Upon hearing the commotion, they gathered around to watch.
Life in the countryside is meager; only during festivals do they enjoy big dramas. After a long day's work, who wouldn't want to watch a free spectacle?
Especially now, with the much-disliked Yan Pozi getting verbally thrashed by Tong Huaqiong, everyone watched with glee, secretly cheering Tong on in their hearts.
They wished the two of them would get physical and pull each other's hair.
Yan Pozi often gossiped about Tong Huaqiong behind her back, which Tong was well aware of.
