Su Xiu gripped a hammer tightly, her face turning green with anger. However, she kept silent due to family ties.
Ma Xiulan was her grandmother. Even if she felt no affection for her, the two sisters were like a pair of hands in their grandmother's eyes.
"Ma Xiulan, what do you mean by that?"
Sister Chrysanthemum couldn't hold back any longer. She stood up and spat melon seed skins at Ma Xiulan. "Others might have the right to speak, but you don't. Everyone knows you favour boys over girls, look down on Su Wen and her sisters. You turned hostile the moment Xuewen died, and now you still dare to criticize Su Wen."
"Who gave you the right?"
Ma Xiulan's anger boiled, and her vision blurred. "You... Sister Chrysanthemum, how dare you scold me? Regardless, I'm still your elder. How can you treat me like this?"
"Then let me ask you, does anyone treat you as an elder?"
"Sister Chrysanthemum, stop talking."
