"You dead girl, treating your uncle and aunt like this, you're going to be struck by lightning and punished!" Jiang Guixiang shouted, her teeth chattering from the cold.
An Hao stopped in her tracks, slowly turned around, and fixed Jiang Guixiang with a blade-like gaze, speaking slowly, "This time was just a lesson. Next time, it won't just be cold water!"
"You... you..." Jiang Guixiang stammered for a long time but couldn't say a complete sentence.
An Hao slammed the door shut and left, her heart still burning with anger.
An Ping was right; she had to deal with this matter.
An unrepentant uncle, a scheming aunt, and a shameless cousin—these three are like locusts that would strip Father clean to the bone.
She had to come up with a plan.
For dinner, An Hao predictably didn't cook.
She sat in the north room with her legs crossed, watching this new aunt act all virtuous in front of her father.
The meal was served, and everyone took their seats.
