"Oh, you deadbeat, your wings have hardened and now you want to fly..."
Old Mrs. Mu rushed up and slapped Mu Dashan across the face, then clawed at him...
Her dark nails easily scratched Mu Dashan's face. She used both hands and feet, even yanking hair and kicking his lower body—she used all these tricks on Mu Dashan.
The scene became chaotic, and the dust kicked up by Old Mrs. Mu lingered in the air. The nearby villagers quickly backed away to avoid getting a mouthful of dust, let alone having their faces scratched by Old Mrs. Mu's merciless claws.
"For a half-dead money-draining good-for-nothing, you won't even listen to your own mother. Are you really my son, are you..."
Mu Dashan stood still, enduring Old Mrs. Mu's scolding. His hair was disheveled, his face was marked, and he looked extremely miserable.
Old Mrs. Mu angrily said, "Tell the villagers, you don't want this daughter anymore. Whoever wants her can take her! Say it..."
