Zhao Tiejun's face relaxed, and he even smiled: "That's pretty much it."
Shen Maishu walked to the ditch with his boots, raised his hand, and threw the boots into the ditch. The ditch was full of water and rotten leaves. The boots sank and two bubbles appeared.
Zhao Tiejun's face turned pale, then red, and finally turned green. Without saying a word, he turned around, took the reins from the messenger's hand, and mounted his horse. The bay-red horse was whipped violently by him, its front hooves flew into the air, and it rushed out neighing. The mud particles raised by the horse's hooves splashed all over Shen Maishu, but she did not hide.
The horse ran away. Liu Xiaofang just emerged from the corn field, her face turned pale, and she said: "Maishu, you are crazy, why did you offend him? His father is the deputy division commander, and you will be finished with just one finger."
Shen Maishu knelt down and continued turning the sparrows, saying, "It's over when it's over."
