After hearing her daughter's shocking declaration about "getting rid of the father and keeping the child," Fu Guiru was stunned for a full five seconds before erupting in rage like a volcano.
"What did you say? Say that again! You little brat, say that again!"
The female militia company commander's ferocity was no joke. Fu Guiru crossed the two steps to Fu Yiruo in an instant, locked her arm with her left hand, and raised her right hand in the opening stance of a "big pancake slap."
"Hey, hey, hey, Mother, let go first. Xiao Ruo definitely didn't mean that. You must have misunderstood her."
Li Ye hurried over and grabbed Fu Guiru's right hand. With his old mother's explosive temper, if Fu Yiruo dared argue even half a sentence, one side of her cheek would definitely swell up high.
Fu Yiruo had clearly been frightened by her old mother's killing intent. She lowered her head and stared at her toes without making a sound, only pursing her lips left and right as she muttered under her breath, as if silently protesting.
But Fu Guiru had raised Fu Yiruo for over twenty years and had long kept a close eye on every move this troublesome daughter made. The moment she saw her silently muttering, she twisted her ear.
"What are you muttering about? Tell me, what are you muttering about? I'm old, and I can't hear clearly. Lift your head and say it loudly for me to hear."
Li Ye hurriedly tried to pry open Fu Guiru's fingers. "I heard her, I heard her. It's all that Pei Wencong's fault. Mother, let go first. You're too strong—if you tear Xiao Ruo's ear off, she'll be disfigured."
"Good if she is. Then she won't spend every day thinking she's some fairy,