The person whom Yi Yan had dubbed "the old hag" just climbed back to her feet, porridge dripping endlessly from her hair onto the floor.
"You're twisting the truth! How were you raised to go around throwing false accusations like that?" The old hag's eyes blazed with fierce hatred, as if she wanted nothing more than to tear Yi Yan to pieces.
Yi Yan remained entirely impassive, though her eyes betrayed a playful yet resolute edge: "We're just dealing with the facts here, aren't we? Dragging other things into this—could it be that you're feeling a bit guilty, old hag?"
Chapter 83