Mrs. Zhu's tantrum drew a larger and larger crowd.
Mrs. Zhu had always had a bad reputation. As for Ji Huan, aside from her reputation as a jinx, she hadn't done anything particularly wrong. But the recent gossip had soured many people's opinions of her, so they were all just there for the spectacle.
Mrs. Zhu didn't get anyone to speak up for her, but her wailing did bring her son running.
Ji Mingmao pushed through the crowd, planting himself in front of Mrs. Zhu and roaring at Ji Huan, "You damned girl, don't even think about snatching our family's things!"
Ji Huan glanced at his right leg and said coolly, "Your leg doesn't hurt anymore?"
Ever since the last beating, Ji Mingmao was indeed a little afraid of his older cousin. But the savory aroma of meat wafted right into his nostrils, and the thought of seeing it but not being able to eat it was a torment worse than death.
