Xie Wanying rose to her feet, her eyes wide and glaring, brows tightly furrowed.
The stranger, whom she had just shoved away, had his face written all over with shock, his eyes bulging as they landed on her: he couldn't believe it; was it this girl who had pried his hand away? The blow to his hand was so forceful it felt like it could have broken his bones.
It hurt him to death, otherwise why would he have withdrawn his hand?
"You dare hit me!" The man came back to his senses, furious, his thick neck tensed, as he pointed at Xie Wanying with a coarse voice.
It wasn't that she had hit someone; it was just that the other party had tried to pull Teacher Nie with so much force that she had no choice but to fight fire with fire. Xie Wanying narrowed her eyes.
Hearing the man's voice, Grandma Wengui recognized it and said to her grandson, "It must be your Uncle Da Hui from the next village."