In mid-air, Lu Fengxuan grabbed Ge Weihong's swinging hand, her red lips twitched slightly as she let out a cold laugh:
"Making a scene without regard for the occasion, spouting 'slut' this and 'slut' that, it's no wonder with an uncultured mother like you, that you raised a daughter as foolish as Lu Sirong. The beam is crooked, and the rafters are askew!"
Ge Weihong struggled forcefully in her grasp, but astonishingly, couldn't shake off her hand. Her sharp nails dug painfully into Lu Fengxuan's flesh.
With a pain-induced cry, she snarled, "You little slut, let go of me... Lu Zhengyuan, are you dead or what? Someone is bullying your wife, and you're not even helping, get over here."
"Enough, stop making a fuss. Do you really have to be happy when others are laughing at us?" Lu Zhengyuan scolded, unable to bear it any longer.
