"So it must have been Chuan who killed Daqi..." Wang Qigu harbored a grudge against Chuan and couldn't wait for him to die, "Heave-ho! I heard that Daqi's skull was completely smashed, the killer was so vicious..."
Liu Xianglian stood among the crowd, suddenly charged into the yard, and knelt down before Zheng Dejun, "Adult, I, Liu Xianglian, have a complaint to make! Xiao Yuchuan is heartless. I merely adored him, yet he cruelly smashed my face with a stone..." lifting the fringe on her forehead, "Look, the scar from his stone is still here. I beg the adult to seek justice for me!"
The disfigured Su Qingyue was also in the crowd outside the courtyard door, seeing Liu Xianglian, that despicable woman, popping up at this time, was simply too eager for Chuan to die, utterly detestable, she couldn't let her off!
Her gaze swept over Wang Qigu's old face, which was gleefully badmouthing the most, "Talking behind someone's back like this, aren't you afraid your tongue will rot?"
