"Mom," Qin Xiangmei saw Hu Li, and suddenly her tears and snot flowed down from feelings of grievance. It was hard to imagine that this repulsive appearance belonged to the woman who, in her forties, was still in her prime, like a young girl.
"Mom, she's gone crazy, she's gone mad," Qin Xiangmei threw herself into Hu Li's arms, crying and wailing. She was truly frightened.
"Qin Xiangnuan, I'll kill you," Hu Li stood up, ready to fight Qin Xiangnuan to the death. Qin Xiangnuan raised a kitchen knife, and a cold, resentful color deepened in her eyes. A devil appeared in her heart, whispering to her.
Chop it off, chop it off.
Yes, chop it off. If worse comes to worst, chop it off and pay to have it reattached. When it comes to disputes, the worst she could be accused of is unintentional injury. She uses the reputation of her lifetime to avenge grievances of two lifetimes; it's not a loss to her.
