"Qiann Yan, put down my chicken immediately." Luo Jianying shouted towards the direction of the house with a contorted face, "Old Liu, Wenbin, come quickly, that whore Qiann Yan is here to kill our chicken again."
Liu Chengxi and Liu Wenbin had already heard the commotion, and as Luo Jianying's words fell, they appeared in sight.
Seeing Qiann Yan holding the plump hen, both their expressions turned grim.
Usually not involved in the quarrels between the women, Liu Chengxi couldn't help but shout: "Qiann Yan, don't go too far! The Jiang and Liu families are in-laws; don't ruin it over a chicken. How will the younger generation continue their lives?"
"Mom, Little Han, what do you really want? Is there any point in continuing this mess?" Liu Wenbin followed up, thinking these two were just making senseless trouble because they resented Luo Jianying. "It's been so long. Haven't you caused enough trouble? Little Han, do you not want to live a peaceful life?"
