Lin Wan raised the kitchen knife, ready to hack it down onto Li Xinghua. The villagers saw Lin Wan's fierce demeanor, not like she was just trying to scare Li Xinghua. Seeing the situation was wrong, they quickly rushed to intervene.
"Xiao Wan, knives don't have eyes, you can't really chop down with it!"
"Put down the knife, let's talk things out properly."
"What's there to talk about? Isn't he a village chief? It's already bad enough he doesn't do good things for the village; now he constantly slanders us, orphans and widows, pushing us to a dead end. How are we supposed to live?" Lin Wan said as she resisted, unwilling to let it pass just like that.
"Xiao Wan, don't be angry. Anger won't help, take a look at your mom first."
"Yes, it's the village chief's family that's in the wrong."
