"You... What nonsense are you talking about?" Widow Zhang's face turned pale. She glanced cautiously at the man sitting in the back of the truck, wishing she could skin Sheng Ning alive.
"What did Zhang Fang say? The village chief and the Village Chief are defending her?" The middle-aged woman who had previously praised Sheng Ning's beauty suddenly had a gleam in her eye.
She knew Widow Zhang; they were both from the same ten miles and eight villages. In her excitement, she blurted out the name directly.
Gossiping, she pressed on, "This sounds so strange, two men defending a widow, she must have some skills!"
"Hahaha..." The truck erupted into laughter.
Zhang Fang jumped in anger and quickly put on a pitiful face, pretending to be miserable, "Let me explain, everyone, this is completely untrue.
