"What did you say?" Ava Kent walked over with a stern face, "Dare to say it again?"
"Say it? I'll say it, am I afraid of you?"
Barbara Wilson felt somewhat proud. As long as she saw Ava Kent uncomfortable, she felt particularly pleased. She immediately raised her voice and said, "Some people just don't know their limits, trying to start a second spring even as they age, almost dragging the supermarket into it. That's just stupid... boo hoo..."
Before she could finish speaking, Ava Kent pushed her to the ground and grabbed a handful of dirt from the flower bed in the corner, stuffing it into her mouth.
Barbara Wilson wanted to vomit but couldn't, wanted to run but couldn't, and couldn't catch her breath, her face flushed bright red.
Ava Kent said coldly, "Barbara Wilson, there should be a limit to being mouthy. If I hear you insulting my mom again, I'll tear your mouth apart."
