When Lin Qin was mentioned, Li Lian was furious, getting more and more worked up as she spoke.
The old lady's face turned dark, and her voice raised considerably, "What does your family's business have to do with me! Huh? Am I supposed to eavesdrop on others talking? What kind of people are you! Go, go, if you want to know, ask yourself, don't get in my way, I'm busy!"
Li Lian pouted in dissatisfaction, glaring hatefully at the old lady's back as she walked away, yelling, "Fine, don't say it! Anyway, the land in our village won't be cheap for outsiders! Lin Yi's fields are sooner or later going to be ours!"
The old lady coldly watched Li Lian leave and threw the tablecloth in her hand forcefully onto the stove, "What a thing! Filthy eyes!"
Li Lian, unable to get any news from the old lady, turned her attention to Lin Qingxiang's family.
