"You little wretch, do you intend to air our family's dirty laundry? Since you insist on denying it, just wait till Huang Youde's wife barges in. I'd like to see what you'd do then! I knew you were a curse from the moment you were born, I should have smothered you right then!"
Li Cuihua glared maliciously at Qiao Xiaren, wiped her hands on her apron, and turned to leave.
Thought she could slander someone and get away with it? No chance!
Xiaren chuckled coldly. Before anyone could even register, she was already standing in front of Li Cuihua, blocking her escape with a pristine, slender arm.
"You little wretch, what are you trying to do now?"
Li Cuihua glared at Xiaren, looking as vile as a demon, feeling a hint of unease.
"Of course, to clear my name!"
Qiao Xiaren slowly walked towards Qiao Anchu. Sunlight bathed the young girl, casting a light, beautiful shadow on her. Her every move, her every gesture, held a captivating beauty.