"I'm not going!" Zheng Sanmei planted her feet, refusing to move.
"You dare refuse!" Lin Lan stepped forward, grabbed her, and along with Yang Liying, dragged her toward the team's pig farm.
A long trail of onlookers followed behind them.
Just as they arrived at the pig farm, they saw Sun Xiuhua carrying a bucket of pig feed toward the pigsty.
Lin Lan shouted, "Sun Xiuhua, stop right there."
Sun Xiuhua turned and saw Lin Lan, and a fire of rage flared up inside her. She dropped the feed bucket and charged forward with her hands raised. "You rotten bitch! You welsh on your debts and even dare to threaten people with a cleaver. If I don't tear you to shreds, my surname isn't Sun!"
"You're right, your surname isn't Sun. It should be Rotten. Your whole family is a bunch of rotten bitches." With her quick reflexes, Lin Lan yanked Zheng Sanmei in front of her as a shield.
