Sun Lijuan was full of hatred in her heart, thinking, I don't believe it, can you really get married? There are still two years left!
But right now, they weren't a match. The old man was cursing and throwing everything in this direction—broken bricks, tiles, even icicles. If any of that hit someone, it would be painfully lethal, so Zhao Xiuxia and Sun Lijuan hurried away.
Upon seeing them leave, Su Minjian didn't go after them; after all, this was a family matter and not something he could involve himself in.
On the way back, Zhao Xiuxia was cursing incessantly. She had been struggling a lot just now, her whole body aching, and another plan to get money had failed again.
"What should we do now! We didn't get a cent!"
