"Unreasonable, unreasonable."
Yang Lao Mao was being slapped around by the Old Madam, and his face was turning blue with anger: "Let's see if you can have a grand funeral after you pass away. Once you're underground, how will you explain things to the ancestors of the Yang Family."
The Old Madam chuckled, "Pfft, your Yang Family's ancestors, huh? Back then, your dad fled to Yangjiazhuang, and only settled down because he also had the last name Yang. Your dad doesn't even know who your grandpa is, let alone your Yang Family ancestors. Do you even have ancestors?"
Li Cuixia pulled Anning inside, and the two of them laughed heartily in the room.
Yang Lao Mao feared nothing in his life, except when the Old Madam lashed out at him.
With that sharp tongue of hers, the Old Madam was unmatched in the village, and as far as verbal battles go, Yang Lao Mao was no match for her at all.
Just look at that, with a single sentence, the Old Madam left Yang Lao Mao feeling stifled.
