Chapter 167: Planning Retribution on the Strange New House’s Rafter (1)_1
Mo Yan stepped out and saw a crowd shoving and pushing their way toward her; among them were men and women, old people and children. The loudest among them was a middle-aged man in his thirties. Following them was another group of villagers who had come to watch the excitement.
When the crowd saw Mo Yan, their expressions dodged and they dared not meet her gaze.
The middle-aged man forcefully shook off the people who were holding him back and, with fists clenched, charged up to Mo Yan, his face twisted with viciousness as he bellowed, "Where’s your dad, eh? Call him out here, now!"
Mo Yan’s expression suddenly turned frosty, and she looked past him to the people behind him, softening her tone, "Folks, my dad isn’t here right now. If you have any issues, you can talk to me!"
Give an inch, take a mile - as for the middle-aged man who started off with foul language, she didn’t even bother to entertain him.
The crowd looked at each other and all shrank back; not one was willing to step forward and speak.
Mo Yan furrowed her brow - it was clear these people had come here for a reason, so why were they acting like this now? What was going on?
Seeing Mo Yan dare to ignore him, the middle-aged man was infuriated and humiliated, "You brat, thinking you’re something because you’re a girl? Bring out your dad right now."