"Rebellion, pure rebellion, I'm going to have my son divorce you right now!" Old Mrs. Qiao angrily pointed at her improperly named daughter-in-law.
"You old hag, what are you pointing at! Believe it or not, I'll chop off your finger and feed it to the dogs!" Li Xiaomei grabbed the old lady's finger and twisted it, making Old Mrs. Qiao cry out in pain.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Li Xiaomei went to open it and said to the person outside, "Come in, take all these things away, we don't want them anymore!"
A few men came in from outside and started moving things. Old Mrs. Qiao couldn't keep yelling; she rushed over to stop them, "What are you doing? What right do you have to move things? This house belongs to my son; you have no right to move anything! Be careful, or I'll call the police!"
The men stopped and looked at Li Xiaomei.
