Qiao Xiaomai was indeed ready to take action.
Her heart had been burdened with a bundle of rage for the past two days because of Yang Ye's words.
Now, the Sun family took the initiative to mess with her, first coveting Tong Sanlang and now cursing her whole family.
Very well.
This old hag willingly delivered herself to be a punching bag, just the right trigger to set her boiling fury aflame.
The matriarch of the Sun family held up the soles of her shoes, her aged face both pale and livid. She puffed up her chest, "I dare you to lay a finger on me!"
"I will just do it." Qiao Xiaomai put down the lotus leaves in her hand and jumped from the ox cart.
Her small face was as gloomy as still water, exuding an icy chill. She took long strides towards the matriarch of the Sun family.
At this moment, Qiao Xiaomai had long awaited this.