Xia Zhaoyun didn't dodge. A cold sneer played on her lips as the woman lunged, swinging her hand. Xia Zhaoyun bent backward to evade the blow, then forcefully kicked up her leg, striking the woman in the groin just as she would a man.
The woman clutched the injured spot, wailing her lungs out as snot and tears streamed down her face. "OWWW, I can't go on living like this! I'm a martyr's relative, getting bullied by a little hu—" Before she could finish, another mouthful of coal cinders was shoved into her mouth.
"Can we have a civil conversation now?" Xia Zhaoyun asked lightly, dusting off her sleeves.
The woman glared at her fiercely, then twisted her head to see the man behind the crowd. "You good-for-nothing, get over here! Are you just going to stand there and watch your own wife get bullied like this?"
The man flinched slightly, his face a mask of simple honesty, but his eyes held a trace of greed as he looked at Xia Zhaoyun.
