Qin Huairu is now truly afraid to defend herself, worried that if she says the wrong thing, Lady Jia Zhang might shock her with another bombshell out of nowhere.
This matter must be smoothed over; it can't continue to ferment outside. "Mom, I-I..."
Qin Huairu stuttered for a long time without being able to finish her sentence, and Lady Jia Zhang was not about to indulge her.
If she can't be fiercely suppressed this time, she might turn the world upside down in the future.
Lady Jia Zhang directly slapped her. "Speak, you vixen, who's your lover?"
All the other women in the courtyard watched their own men, wondering if they often got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and took a long time doing so.
"Mom, I really didn't." Qin Huairu now wished for the police to arrive quickly and lock up that damned old hag.
She had never seen such a foolish old hag, her eyes glaring fiercely at Lady Jia Zhang.
