Yang Ruxin just held the hatchet and watched the other party coldly, "If Third Aunt is joking, then I'm joking too." With that, she flicked her wrist, and the hatchet whooshed through the air, thunking into a piece of wood.
Yang Baihui shuddered subconsciously, her face trembling, "Dani, I know your grandparents' actions are not decent, but they're our elders, and we can't just disregard them, can we? Third Aunt understands you."
In fact, Ruxin's feelings for this 'Third Aunt' could no longer be simply described with the word 'admiration'. She was extremely admiring. To still be enduring after being beaten like that? Indeed promising. Soon after, she nodded her head, "Then thank you, Third Aunt, for your understanding."
Yang Baihui felt nauseous inside but could only grit her teeth and bear it, "Third Aunt's temper isn't too good; I might have been a bit rash just now, don't mind me. I came over this time because I have something..."