"Dare to snatch my daughter's stuff, are you tired of living?"
The woman's sharp voice resounded throughout the courtyard.
Su Xiaoxiao pushed the door open and saw a middle-aged woman in her forties, standing at the yard gate with hands on her hips, cursing aloud.
With just one glance, she recognized who the woman was; it was Zhang Dongmei's mother, Li Huilan.
Seeing her come out, Li Huilan, hands on her hips, angrily rushed forward, "You dead girl, how dare you snatch our Dongmei's stuff? Hurry and return it to me."
Zhang Dongmei was hiding behind Li Huilan, timidly, without her usual swagger.
Su Xiaoxiao frowned, "Aunt Li, that's not right. This bicycle was clearly won by me from Zhang Dongmei."
"How can you take children's jokes seriously? Return the bicycle quickly, or I'll stay at your home today and won't leave."
Li Huilan immediately folded her arms across her chest, looking like a rogue.
"Tch, already twenty and still a child?"
