Wen Ran made a trip, giving Mrs. Xiao a boost of energy.
As a result, after she left, Mrs. Xiao had a satisfying showdown with the sharp-tongued woman with triangle eyes.
Of course, she won.
That triangle-eyed woman had a sharp mouth but was physically frail, no match at all.
She was so skinny that one slap from Mrs. Xiao's fan-like hand could send her reeling.
On the way back, Xiao Chenxing was plucking grass leaves off Mrs. Xiao and complained, "Ma, as people get older, they usually become more composed.
How come, with you, it's the opposite?"
"Ha!"
Mrs. Xiao dusted off herself and retorted, "How is it opposite? I just become more straightforward with age.
If it were my younger years, I wouldn't have dared to do this, too concerned about face, couldn't afford to."
"Alright, alright," Mr. Xiao removed a grass leaf from Mrs. Xiao's hair, unable to hide his smile, "We know you're formidable now."
"Hmph!"
