"Lu Jiancheng's daughter, Lu Liang's sister, is a murderer~"
The old woman's tears streamed down her face as her wails grew louder, as if she had not just been slapped, but stabbed, and she lay on the ground thrashing about wildly.
"Lu Ya, you actually dared to hit my mom."
Wenjing glared furiously, her eyes flaming with rage, and the last bit of guilt in her heart had vanished at that moment.
At that moment, she embraced her identity as the victim, determined to seek justice from the Lu Family and Lu Liang at all costs.
At this time, a burly man, 175 cm tall with a face full of scars, stood in front of the mother and daughter: "Lu, I know you're a local, but we in Yumu Village won't be bullied either."
Wenjing and her mother, daring to make a scene at the housewarming banquet in someone else's village, naturally did not come alone—they had brought some helpers.
Four men and a woman stood out, all cousins or relatives of the Lin Family.
