"You old fart, always siding with the third branch, didn't you see how they scared our Xiangxiang? That brat did it on purpose, scared me last time, and now wants to scare others."
Old Mrs. Mu looked like she wouldn't rest until she caused trouble.
The people nearby were all waiting to see a good show.
Mu Dalang was stunned, realizing that his grandma seemed even more unreasonable than when he left, downright unreasonable, one might say.
"Grandma, my third uncle's family probably slaughtered the pig to worship the ancestors of the Old Mu Family, not to scare us."
"Da Lang..." Mrs. Lin stomped her foot in displeasure nearby.
"Oh, you've just returned and already turning against your own. If you like the third branch so much, why don't you go live with them? Why are you sponging off us?"
When it comes to Mu Xiangxiang, Old Mrs. Mu's mind never seems to think straight, always finding someone to scold.
