Chu Zhiyi didn't know that someone was sneakily watching her beat up people behind her.
At that moment, she was fuming, casting a sidelong glance at the three people writhing on the ground, "Your nephew could get beaten by me before, and don't think you can get off lightly now. If I were you, I'd be more concerned about my own safety."
"Chu Zhiyi, you damned..." Mother Chu was not about to give in. As a pampered housewife, even if she used to be fierce, now she only had her verbal skills left.
All she could do was curse, "We raised you, and this is how you repay us? I'll tell the whole world about this, let everyone know that you're ungrateful, worse than a dog!"
She hadn't finished her tirade when Chu Zhiyi started spraying wildly at her mouth.
The spicy flavor immediately invaded her throat; the devilishly hot pepper spray was so concentrated that Mother Chu screamed in agony.
Chu Zhiyi tossed the spray bottle in her hand and sneered, "Keep talking then."