Chapter 9.3

Qin SuFang looked at Li CuiHua’s face, which didn’t even have a mark. She frowned and said in a profound voice: “Did the Chi boy really hit you in the face just now? Did he really hit you fiercely?“

“Exactly. He just hit me in the face. My face is burning now,” Li CuiHua said and hissed with gasps, showing a very painful look.

The villagers around Qin SuFang were also elders, but they were not as prestigious as Qin SuFang.

An elder looked at Li CuiHua and said: “You didn’t even blink when you lied! Your face is clean and you have no red marks on your face. When you’re like this, you unexpectedly said that Chi YunChen hit you fiercely?!”

“I……” Li CuiHua was surprised. She doesn’t even have a red mark on her face? How was it possible, her face hurt so much.

She wanted to refute, but Su Man-er raised her sleeve at the right time and showed Qin SuFang the red mark on her arm: “Grandma Qin, this is from Aunt who just pinched me in my family’s kitchen. When Aunt smelled the fragrance in our house, she brought her two grandsons and Hu YuJiao to eat. Not only did they want what we cooked, but also our eggs. We didn’t give it, she pinched me. She just wanted to slap YunChen’s palm. Fortunately, YunChen dodged.”

Su Man-er’s fair arm showed several scarlet pinches, which showed that she was fiercely hurt.

Qin SuFang looked at the red marks and said with pity on her face: “I’m sorry to see that Li CuiHua acted so fiercely, and she actually pinched you like this?”

Several other elders also said: “Yes, I know you must have been in pain at that time by looking at this mark. Li CuiHua, how could she do this?”

Li CuiHua was confused. When did she pinch Su Man-er? How could Su Man-er, this lowly wench, accuse people wrongly?

She glared and immediately scolded Su Man-er: “Su Man-er, you lowly wench, who pinched you? You……”

“Li CuiHua! Who are you scolding? Su Man-er is your nephew’s wife. Are there people who scold their nephew’s wife like this?!” Qin SuFang was not happy. She angrily scolded Li CuiHua with a heavy face.

An elder echoed: “Yes. Li CuiHua, you are the elder of others. Are there elders who act like you?!“