"Well, if that isn't provocative," Zhang Yuxing had clearly thrown down the gauntlet.
Lu Yumei was no pushover either.
She stood up then and there, stepping in front of Liu Zhizhong, her almond-shaped eyes staring straight at Zhang Yuxing, not at all deterred by the fact that Zhang Yuxing was also looking back at her with a cold, composed gaze.
Even Zhao Han hurried over, tugging at the side of Lu Yumei's dress, but she still said to Zhang Yuxing with a stern tone, "Mayor Zhang, as the mayor..."
But at that point, she glanced at the Old Secretary lying in his ice-cold coffin, pursed her red lips tightly, and swallowed her anger.
She had been furious when Zhang Yuxing had beaten Liu Zhizhong so brutally, and now, to treat him this way again today, forcing him to resign and driving him away from the Zhang Family in front of so many people—how could Lu Yumei, a mother-in-law who already had a natural instinct to protect her own, possibly stand for it?
