Li Guilan was a village woman through and through. After this slap, her White Lotus-like face was no longer white, but red and swollen.
The White Lotus flower was powerless to defend herself. She could only lower her head and sobbed. At this time, Xue Qingshan, who was at the side, spoke.
"Mother, what's wrong with you all? She's just a pitiful girl, and the brothel girl is afraid. Aren't they human? Lotus bought her freedom so that she could live a good life."
Bai Wenjing laughed. She had thought that her uncle was a mute, but it turned out that he could speak.
After losing her son, her wife was driven mad by her mother. At this moment, she was tied up in the woodshed like an animal and didn't know how to feel sorry for her. Now, she actually felt sorry for the White Lotus.
This White Lotus had really poured a lot of mesmerizing soup on her.
"If eldest brother has the time to care about her, don't you have the time to see eldest sister-in-law?"
