Miss Tang clutched her nape and glared angrily at Mrs. Fang, cursing, "You're absolutely crazy! What's so great about that husband of yours?! Is he worth you behaving like a shrew, hitting and causing a scene? Do you believe I'll call the police!"
Mrs. Fang seemed frightened at this moment.
She shrank back a step, abandoning her flower shovel and basket, then turned and ran frantically towards the gate.
Miss Tang didn't chase after her. She let out a cold hum, picked up the flower shovel and basket Mrs. Fang had thrown down, and tossed them in front of the white fence at the gate, then locked the fence and walked back into the mansion.
As she walked, she rubbed her nape with her hand. Her hair had already been messed up by Mrs. Fang. She simply ran her hand through it, planning to go back for a shower.
