Fang Xiu was wearing that kind of red checkered woolen clothes that weren't for sale in the countryside at this time, and Luo Cuilan had really never seen them before.
But Luo Cuilan couldn't stand Fang Xiu showing off in front of her, and she let out a sneer, "Don't talk as if it's so nice, calling her Hehua so sweetly, who knows if they'll be fighting tomorrow, both of them are no good."
"Who's no good? You think you're such a saint?" Fang Xiu, hearing Luo Cuilan's hurtful remarks, started speaking harshly too, "You're just a shameless thing, got pregnant with a man before getting married, and now he doesn't even plan to take you."
Luo Cuilan was furious, glaring at Fang Xiu for a while, then she suddenly shouted, "Fang Xiu, if I don't tear your mouth apart today, I won't believe in Luo."
As she spoke, Luo Cuilan pounced directly onto Fang Xiu.
Those who were quick on their feet couldn't even pull her back.
