The topic was getting further and further away.
Zhang Lan's face was livid as she cursed towards the wall, "What nonsense are you talking about? You're the one who stole the child, your whole family stole the child! Get lost! This is our family's business, don't come here and point fingers. If anyone dares to talk nonsense again, I'll tear her mouth apart!"
"What a shrew!" A woman in the crowd cursed disdainfully.
Zhang Lan wanted to curse again, but she didn't know who had said it, so she didn't know what to do.
Gu Yan looked at Zhang Lan coldly.
She looked at her throwing a tantrum, looked at her panicking, looked at her anger, and looked at her uneasiness.
It was as if he was looking at a clown.
Zhang Lan became the target of public criticism. No matter how good she was mentally, she wasn't confident enough at this moment.
