Good Sprouts From Bad Roots

When the gossiping women heard her voice, they jerked their heads back to see who was talking. When they saw Zhao Chuchu, their faces turned completely pale.

"Since you dislike me so much, why don't you come to me and say it right to my face? That way, I can listen to what you have to say and see if I can make any improvements!" Zhao Chuchu tilted her head slightly and looked at them as she said, "I may not be able to hear you if you speak behind my back."

"We were just speaking nonsense because we had nothing better to do. So please don't take it to heart, Chuchu."

"Yeah, yeah, Chuchu, you're such a capable person. Everything you do must be right!"

"Oh crap, Chuchu, I just remembered that I haven't fed the chickens and ducks at home. So I'll go first."

The moment Zhao Chuchu appeared, all these people scattered like birds in a forest.

"Cowards!" Zhao Chuchu sneered, then turned and walked toward Zhao Guitang's place.