"You know shit, kid!" Chiang Songtao slammed the table angrily and glared at Chiang Xiao, "I’ve put up with you for a long time, Chiang Xiao, who do you think you are? Do you always have to butt in when adults are talking? Get lost!"
Chiang Songhai had rarely seen Chiang Songtao lash out at Chiang Xiao like that and was startled. His first instinct was to ask Chiang Xiao to step away, not to really provoke his anger, but Chiang Xiao, looking very mature, just chuckled twice and then said to Chiang Songtao, "How should I roll away? Why don’t you demonstrate with a roll?"
Before Chiang Songtao could reply, Chiang Xiao had already sprung up and grabbed a small wooden stool with one leg slightly broken from nearby, smashing it hard on the ground.
With a loud bang, the small stool shattered into pieces, with splinters flying everywhere. One of them flew onto Chiang Songtao’s hand, leaving a small cut.
But he was completely shocked and didn’t even notice it.
Chiang Lidong, on the other hand, was so frightened that he started wailing.
Chiang Songhai had already jumped up in fright when she grabbed the stool, attempting to pull her back but failing to do so.
"Chiang, Chiang Xiao, you..."
Chiang Songtao was both shocked and furious, trembling all over as he pointed at Chiang Xiao.
How could she dare? How could she dare?
Chiang Xiao stood there, staring at him coldly, and said, "Chiang Songtao, I’ve been giving you face, and you really don’t want it, huh? Who gave you the right to come into our home, bang the table, and point at me and scold? Who gave you the right to force my grandfather to brew medicinal liquor for Chiang Baohe? If you’ve forgotten, let me remind you! It was previously with this kind of stool that Chiang Baohe injured my grandfather! Is your head filled with shit? Just like that, you should be thankful I didn’t grab a kitchen knife and go after that bastard! If it weren’t for not wanting to upset my grandfather, you and Ho Laidi, and this one," she pointed at Chiang Lidong, who was crying out in terror, "you’d better teach him how to speak properly. Otherwise, if I hear another insult from him, I’ll push him right into the manure pit!"
"You, you..." Chiang Songtao was almost a lifelong meddler in Chiang Songhai’s home, always enjoying the sense of authority of being the boss, one whose word was law, and he had never been pointed at and scolded before.
Moreover, the person scolding him was Chiang Xiao, the youngest member of the Chiang Family!
His old face felt as if it had been slapped several times, burning painfully, but the shock was too great, and he couldn’t get a word out.
Chiang Xiao wasn’t finished, though. She scoffed and said, "The second thing you wanted to say, was to have Chiang Baohe move into our place, right? Fine, let him come! But, just so you know, if he dares to move in, I dare to chop his hands and feet off with a firewood cleaver, leaving him completely disabled! Chiang Songtao, believe it or not? Are you out of your mind? With a foot already disabled, he still does not humble himself, limping through life, yet he dares to rush to his death? Come on, if you have the guts, send him over right now!"
As she spoke these harsh and ruthless words, her expression remained very cold, which caused Chiang Songtao to shiver violently.
He didn’t dare; he really didn’t dare!
Looking at Chiang Xiao , he truly believed she would do such a thing!
Chiang Songtao’s face turned pale as he picked up Chiang Lidong, limping heavily as though fleeing from Osmanthus Alley. Chiang Lidong had indeed been terrified by Chiang Xiao, crying all the way home.
After returning, Ho Laidi waited expectantly and came up to him, "Old man, how did it go? I bet that the moment you took charge, Second wouldn’t dare to fart..."