An Hao marched swiftly forward, belly outthrust, and stood at the doorway. Her gaze swept over the group of schadenfreudists as she said coldly, "Enjoy watching other people's misfortunes, do you? Monk Zhang, Monk Li, your turn will come sooner or later! Don't get ahead of yourselves with your laughter; who knows who will be crying the loudest in the end!"
"Heavens truly do have eyes!" Song Yueqin's mother, Zhang Juyun, was also among the crowd. Upon hearing An Hao's words, she stepped forward and said, "Your family deserves it! The disaster that has befallen the An Family is undeniably related to you! You've been finding ways to bully our Yueqin all along! Now it's Heaven's retribution for your deeds!"
"If Song Yueqin hadn't provoked me, I certainly wouldn't have troubled her! She brought this upon herself!"
