Yang Jia held her slapped cheek and suddenly laughed loudly, she looked at her father and asked in mockery "Did you just say that I disgust you? How are we different from each other when you bit the hand that fed you? We are both murderers so don't stand before me and act like a saint. I don't even understand what the whole fuss is about, you should be glad that I helped this family to get rid of that woman."
"Yang Jia is right. So what if she killed Sang Xiu, rather than slapping your daughter, you should be praising her." Grandma Yang said as she stood beside her granddaughter.
"What?" Yang Jiu asked his mother in disbelief "I should praise my daughter for killing someone."
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