Her shouts made Mrs. Tang's ears ring. Mrs. Tang wasn't a sharp-tongued woman and couldn't bear to lose face, so she never knew how to deal with a shrew. Cornered, her expression turned ugly, and she instinctively took a few steps back.
On every previous encounter, Mrs. Tang had been no match for Miao Cuixia, always ending in retreat. This time was no different.
Mrs. Tang's hands were trembling with anger. Just as she moved her foot to retreat again, a warm hand suddenly grabbed her and pulled her aside. The force wasn't great, yet Mrs. Tang inexplicably felt a steadying power from it.
Stunned, Mrs. Tang turned her head. It was Su Li.
"Su Li?" Surprise filled Mrs. Tang's eyes. In the past, whenever Miao Fenghua came to the Tang family to stir up trouble, Su Li would always be wracked with guilt and too afraid to say a single word.
Su Li paid Mrs. Tang no mind, instead turning to Miao Fenghua and stating coolly, "That's enough."
