Aunt Xiaoqing's face twisted fiercely, her eyes shone with joy, she was going to kill this man, she was really going to kill him!
Just as the rock in her hand was about to smash into Huai Fu Yueming's head, a delicate white hand suddenly reached out and firmly grabbed her hand.
"Wait!" a delicate shout rang out.
Aunt Xiaoqing looked up and saw Mi Yao's exquisitely beautiful face magnified in her sight.
This person was here to cause trouble, Aunt Xiaoqing glared at Mi Yao with a hostile expression, "Lady Mi, you arrived just in time. Your husband killed my Xiaoqing; the murderer must pay with his life. Are you trying to shelter your husband? Everyone, come and see, they bully people, relying on their status and position to oppress us. Do we commoners just have to endure deceit? Even losing our lives without anyone to champion our cause?"
