"So this was the reason why I didn't want to marry you when I was young."
"You're a promiscuous woman, yet you still dream of marrying into a rich family!"
"It's too disgusting. What's the difference between this kind of person and a prostitute? How do you still have the face to live in this world?"
“……”
The sounds of fighting disappeared and were replaced by harsh insults.
Bai Qingqing's hands were covered in blood as she stared at everyone in a daze and panic.
"It wasn't me, this wasn't me!"
Nian Xiaomu's mother walked out from the crowd and stood in front of her.
There was not a trace of pity in his eyes when he saw her go crazy. Instead, there was cold disappointment and heartlessness.
However, Bai Qingqing thought that she was here to save her.
She crawled over on her knees and tugged at her skirt.
"Auntie, this isn't me. Someone must be framing me! You'll believe me, right?"
Butler Lu kicked her, and Bai Qingqing let go in pain.
