The women across from them all had grim expressions. Zhou Shumei and Wang Danfeng were furious. They realized this gossipy woman must have been bad-mouthing their family at home—how else could her child have said such filthy things?
Yuan Si was certainly not happy. 'When you fight, if you don't aim for your opponent's weak spots, you're just an idiot. I handled it in the most logical way, yet coming from these women, it's somehow "improper."' It was almost funny. In her previous life of over thirty years, she'd never once managed to be improper. Now, in this life, at just six years old, she was being accused of it. 'Unbelievable.'
As for young Fang Ping, her little face was also taut. While she didn't fully understand, she knew they weren't saying nice things. Her good friend was being bad-mouthed, so she had to stand with her against a common enemy.
