In the military compound, those gossipers were not completely heartless. They knew that the elders valued the new kid in the Lin family very much.

Therefore, when discussing things on a daily basis, they would deliberately avoid places where the elderly often go, and choose to do so in secluded corners or when the elderly are not around, thinking that they are doing it without anyone noticing.

However, there is no wall that is impenetrable, and these rumors still reached Mu Yushang's ears.

Mu Yuchang is a straightforward girl with a strong sense of justice. She has a good relationship with Lin Zhiyue and loves her like her own sister.

That day, she was walking in the compound as usual. When she passed by a few people, she vaguely heard gossip about Lin Zhiyue.

She couldn't help but slow down her pace and listen carefully. The more she listened, the uglier her expression became, and she felt a surge of anger rising from the bottom of her heart.

Mu Yuchang couldn't suppress her anger and immediately started an investigation. After some inquiries, she found out that the gossip was spread by some nosy people in the compound.

She was so angry that her face turned red, her hands were clenched into fists, and her nails were almost digging into the flesh.

"That's too much! How can you say that about Sister Zhiyue!"

She muttered under her breath with gritted teeth, and without wasting a moment, she turned around and ran home angrily.

After returning home, Mu Yuchang pushed open the door with a bang and rushed into the living room without even bothering to change her shoes.

At this time, her mother Zhang Yao was reading a book leisurely in the living room. She was startled by the sudden noise. She raised her head and looked at her breathless daughter with a puzzled look and asked, "Yuchang, what's wrong? You are so flustered."

Mu Yuchang walked quickly to her mother's side, her chest heaving violently, her voice trembling slightly with anger: "Mom, do you know? Those people in the compound are gossiping about Sister Zhiyue, saying that she is petty and has never seen the world, hiding at home and not daring to go out. These words are simply too much, how can they slander Sister Zhiyue like this!"

After hearing this, Zhang Yao's originally relaxed brows instantly wrinkled into the shape of a "川" character, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

She gently put down the magazine in her hand, patted her daughter's hand, and comforted her: "Don't worry, Yuchang. Such groundless rumors really shouldn't appear."

She hesitated for a moment and then continued, "Go and tell your grandfather. He is highly respected in the compound and will definitely not allow these rumors to continue to spread."

Mu Yuchang nodded heavily, turned around and ran towards her grandfather's study in a hurry, thinking to herself that she must let her grandfather take care of this matter and not let her sister Zhiyue suffer these grievances in vain.

Mu Yuchang came to the door of her grandfather's study in a panic. She didn't even bother to knock on the door and just pushed it open and walked in.

The grandfather who was reading at his desk was startled by this rash action. He looked up and saw his granddaughter with an angry face. He couldn't help but put down the book in his hand and asked with concern: "Yuchang, what's wrong? Why are you so anxious?"

Mu Yuchang took a few steps to her grandfather's desk and told him the whole story in a tearful voice: "Grandpa, those people in the compound are so mean. They framed Sister Zhiyue and said all kinds of bad things about her, saying that she is a petty country girl who dares not go out to see people. Sister Zhiyue is so good, how could they do this!"

After hearing this, my grandfather's originally kind face suddenly became serious, his brows were tightly furrowed, and a hint of majesty was revealed in his eyes.

He patted Mu Yuchang's shoulder gently and comforted her, "Good boy, don't get angry. Grandpa knows that Zhiyue is a good child. These rumors are just some people looking for trouble."

After that, Grandpa stood up, put his hands behind his back and paced back and forth in the study. After thinking for a moment, he said firmly: "This matter cannot be let go like this. Grandpa will handle it."

With a solemn mood, Mu Xuejun walked hurriedly towards the Lin family with big strides.

Along the way, he kept thinking about the unbearable gossip in his mind, his brows were furrowed, and his heart was filled with indignation at these groundless slanders.

When he arrived at the Lin family's house, he walked straight into the living room and saw Lin Weidong sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.

When Lin Weidong saw Mu Xuejun coming in, he immediately smiled and stood up to greet him: "Old Mu, what brings you here?"

But when he saw Mu Xuejun's serious expression, his smile froze instantly and a bad premonition came to his mind.

Mu Xuejun didn't say much, and got straight to the point: "Old Lin, I came here to tell you something. There have been some bad trends in the compound recently, and some people have been gossiping about Zhiyue behind her back."

Then, he told Lin Weidong all the malicious speculations and slanders about Lin Zhiyue.

When Lin Weidong heard this, his face instantly turned ashen. His originally gentle eyes were instantly filled with anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He slammed the table so hard that the teacups on the table jumped up and made a crisp sound. "How dare these people! Zhiyue is devoted to scientific research and making contributions to the country, but they are saying these sarcastic words behind her back. I must teach them a lesson today!"

As he said that, he turned around and walked towards the gun cabinet, pretending to take out a gun.

Mu Xuejun rushed over quickly, put his hands on Lin Weidong's shoulders, and said loudly: "Old Lin, don't be so impatient! This is not the time to be impulsive. Pulling out a gun will not solve the problem, but will make things worse. We are all soldiers, we have to stay calm, come up with a rule, and solve this matter in a reasonable way."

Lin Weidong was held down by Mu Xuejun, his chest heaving violently, breathing heavily, trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart, but the anger in his eyes was still burning.

Under Mu Xuejun's strong persuasion, Lin Weidong temporarily gave up the idea of ​​pulling out his gun, but anger was still boiling in his heart. He punched the table beside him and said through gritted teeth: "These gossipers are so infuriating. Zhiyue has suffered so much since she was a child. She finally came back, but she has to endure this kind of humiliation!"

Mu Xuejun helped Lin Weidong sit down slowly, and he also sat down on a chair beside him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down so that he could sort out his thoughts for Lin Weidong.

"Lao Lin, I understand how you feel. I was also furious when I heard those words. But we have to be rational. If we rush out like this, not only will we not be able to solve the problem, but we may also make those people think that we are in the wrong and are deliberately causing trouble for them."

Lin Weidong clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from the force. He sighed heavily and asked, "So what do you think we should do? We can't just let it go!"