Xia Chu chuckled lightly, "It's great that Madam Ye can be so sober and clear-headed now."
Ye Shuhua continued through gritted teeth, "Almost lost my life, how can I not be sober and clear, how stupid would I have to be?"
"She thinks she's going to die, sheds a few crocodile tears, and that's supposed to be moving? I don't believe in respecting the dead."
"If it weren't for the neighborhood committee folks saying she kept calling out for Xia Chu before she passed, I would consider it bad luck and would have thought about spending money to get rid of the plague god."
"I'm not going to bother with this mess. Mother and son both have sores on their heads and pus on their feet; they're rotten through and through!"
Once she spends the money and makes the effort, so long as her daughter's future is peaceful and smooth, that will be enough.
But if, because of them, her daughter encounters strange things or becomes unlucky,
