Hui Niang in the cellar vaguely heard the voice of Mrs. Wei, which made her heart skip a beat.
The main door was closed, so she wasn't worried about anyone barging in. But how upset must Lang feel, hearing such things about someone he called grandma?
She couldn't think about it too much and hurried out with some vegetables in her arms.
What she saw was the calm Wei Zhao, the silent Yu Tingwan, and the medicine pot rolling on the ground.
Her ears were filled with Mrs. Wei's crazed and incredibly filthy curses from outside.
"You little bastard born of a bitch, you're going to be struck by heaven!"
"If you've got guts, come out here!"
"When your mother gave birth to you, I should have strangled you, you disrespectful wretch. I'm going to disown you from the family tree!"
Hui Niang's face darkened.
She put the vegetables down and walked quickly outside.
Mrs. Wei was fuming with rage, her anger building inside her chest, expanding infinitely.
