Zhu Chenghui shrank back at the glare Mi Xiaotao gave him and didn't dare step up to persuade her anymore. He just dragged Ma Lijuan toward the door. "Let's hurry up and go!"
Ma Lijuan kept cursing, unwilling to give in. "Zhu Chenghui, are you dead or what? That damn girl beat up your wife like that and you didn't even dare help me?"
"Enough! Just stop talking!"
Zhu Chenghui was getting impatient; he really didn't want to get hit with the broom by Mi Xiaotao. He dragged the foul-mouthed Ma Lijuan farther and farther away.
Mi Xiaotao shut the door, put the broom back by the door, then walked over to Mi Xiurong and asked worriedly, "Mom, they didn't bully you, did they? From now on, if those two come, don't open the door for them!"
"I didn't even know it was them! We haven't had any contact for so many years, who knew they'd show up today?"
Mi Xiurong sat down on the sofa, so angry her chest hurt. "Those two dogs, they've made my heart hurt from rage!"
