Cheng Li watched the door close, her face full of smugness, and she looked at Jiang Xue, saying, "Jiang Xue, let's see how you escape from the palm of my hand now."
"Escape, do you think it's necessary?" Jiang Xue slightly curled her lips. How could she flee when things were going exactly as she planned?
Soon, if a real fight broke out, who would need to escape was still uncertain. However, even if both mothers and daughters needed to run, she wouldn't give them the chance.
After all, few people were as bent on self-destruction as this mother and daughter pair.
"Not escaping would be best." Cheng Li became even more complacent, looking around the yard to find a handy object.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Cheng, after bolting the door, directly picked up the wooden stick she had used before.
The two were truly mother and daughter; even their thoughts were the same. They thought that with tools in hand, they could deal with Jiang Xue and properly avenge the previous beating.
