Lu Mengyao grimaced and said, "I'm your own cousin after all, you wouldn't distrust me, would you, Sister Meifang?"
Liu Mang quickly moved Lu Mengyao's hand away, put on an innocent look, and said to Wu Meifang, "Sister Meifang, don't blame Yaoyao, blame me, blame my own weakness, for not daring to resist. Usually, I just endure and let it pass. Alas, this is probably my life, never knowing when I might get beaten to death. Dying isn't the issue, I worry about what will happen to Yaoyao afterward with no one to look after her, all alone for the rest of her life—so pitiful."
Lu Mengyao was about to explode with rage. Liu Mang was too sly, too despicable, too cunning.
Glancing sideways at Sister Meifang's eyes, Lu Mengyao thought to herself, "This is bad, Liu Mang, this bastard, seems to have succeeded in his cunning plan. Sister, listen to my explanation."
