"Ah ah ah... let go, let go! Dad, Mom, come quick and stop cousin, he's gone mad."
Jiang Ming'an, holding a pair of scissors in one hand and a torch in the other, looked every bit a dangerous lunatic—who dared to approach him?
The previously fierce fighting couple, Jiang Zhenghui and his wife, had stopped and joined forces against the outsider, but even they were afraid of Jiang Ming'an in this state.
Jiang Ming'an moved with precision and speed; before anyone could think of a way to stop him, he had already thrown everything from Jiang Beishan's room into the yard, and then tossed the blazing torch over, instantly causing a terrible tar smell.
Besides Jiang Beishan's side, Jiang Zhenghui's room, Jiang Beiyang's, and the absent Jiang Beihua's room were also emptied.
The commotion was so loud that it finally alerted the elderly lady.
Seeing the raging fire in the yard and the top-quality quilts not yet fully burned, the elderly lady furiously threw a broom at Jiang Ming'an.
