An Hao's aggrieved look made the villagers unable to bear watching.
Such a good child, acting so desperately, must have been wronged.
Thinking of An Hao's mother's good reputation while she was alive, everyone felt that Yang Yonghua was very likely slandering the child.
On normal days, Widow Zhang had nothing to do and loved to watch the excitement and hear about unusual things, but she wasn't brainless.
Looking at the scene before her, she seemed to think that she had just made a wrong guess.
"I'm telling you, Yonghua, how much of what you say is true, eh? If you've really wronged An Hao, you better come out with it quick and clear her name. Are you really going to stand by and watch the child hang herself at your doorstep? Isn't that a sin!" Widow Zhang's sharp tongue turned the tide as soon as her upper lip touched her lower lip.
"Exactly! Yonghua, what exactly is going on!" one person said, and a bunch of others followed suit, creating an uproar.
