Zhao Xiaomei burst into tears, "Mom, you were the one who told me to do it. I definitely won't apologize to that cheap Luo Qiao in front of the villagers tomorrow. What about my reputation then?"
Gao Suhua was still busy cooking in the kitchen. Hearing her second daughter's words, she said, "It's your own fault for not using your head. If you can't coax her, just take the stuff and leave. If you don't apologize, do you expect your old mother to do it?"
Now that the sisters of the Zhao Family had learned about the day's events, Zhao Xiaotao watched coldly for a while before saying, "I don't care how you handle it, but you'd better sort this out."
"Don't let this get to Zheng Qiao Village. If the Zheng Family gets upset and it affects my wedding next month, I won't let you off the hook."
Zhao Xiaomei turned to her eldest sister and said, "Who are you not letting off the hook? Did you not go today?"