Madam Chen saw Ning Meng Yao laughed and frowned in dissatisfaction: "What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing, only feeling that older lady, are you still asleep? What kind of dream are you having? You want me to apologize to your daughter? What kind of qualification does your daughter has to make me apologize? And want me to promise in front of the villagers? What kind of identity are you using to plead me?" Ning Meng Yao could fear a scholar? That would be impossible.

Saying it in a more pleasant way, her son had fame, saying it in a rougher way, her son was a poor scholar. Only a scholar's mother was already this kind of demanding as if what she said was the most obvious thing. She truly thought she was a heavy weight.

"You."

"Calling you older lady was only because of politeness; do you really think that I fear you? Rather than coming to trouble me, it is better than you go back to teach your own daughter, lest she embarrass herself in front of other people." Ning Meng Yao coldly ridiculed.

She originally thought that this way was very good. Even if that woman was not grateful, she would also be happy to agree. This way, her daughter's reputation could be saved. Who knew that this woman disagreed?

"Don't you not able to tell good from bad."

Ning Meng Yao lightly smiled and the eyes looking at Madam Chen carried indifference: "Older lady, you can do whatever you want, I will wait."

Would she be afraid of a village woman? Of course not. She could do whatever she wanted. If she wanted to drive her away from here, they would have to see whether she had the ability to do this or not.