Zhao Guihua marched home with her head held high, followed by a string of people trailing behind her like gourds.
Not a single one dared to make a sound. Liang Meifen, despite her discomfort, obediently followed, fearing that her mother-in-law might fly into another rage and unleash a flurry of punches. The old lady was a formidable fighter.
Her ultimate finishing move was yanking hair—so effective that even a full head of hair could be turned into a bald patch.
Liang Meifen didn't dare speak much, trailing behind like a timid quail.
The others also kept their mouths shut. When they encountered onlookers on the road, they immediately puffed out their chests, making it seem as though they were a grand army returning from some great mission. He Lan, caught in the middle, felt completely out of place.
Holding her child, she trembled as she followed, afraid to fall behind.
What a spectacle! What a spectacle indeed!
