The speaker was Han's mother, a capable woman who had been managing the household for many years, but her high cheekbones made her look somewhat mean.
"Sister Deng, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Did you slip anywhere?" Feng Nian was very responsible; it was her fault, and she admitted it.
"I'm fine, don't worry about it. Besides, it's not your fault. You wouldn't have run away if you weren't being chased by that bastard."
Deng Yuehong didn't want to get involved in other people's business, but she was just angry at what Han's mother said.
He's just a heartless bastard who lives off women; where does he get his confidence from?
So what if Nannan is a little girl? She's still the Jiang family's treasure. It's none of her business.
Having four sons is nothing special; she's got the right to meddle in everything, even other people's private affairs.
Unfortunately, Feng Nian was a good girl but she met the wrong person. Not only was she cheated out of her job, but she was also forced into a marriage swap after returning from her rural assignment.
She refused to return her job after breaking off her relationship with her boyfriend; how disgusting.
That night, she saw Feng Nian crying downstairs. When she asked her about it, she learned about the scumbag behavior of the Han family, which made her feel nauseous.
Feng Nian also vowed to get his job back, or else they would part ways.
Living in the same residential compound, she wanted to stand by Feng Nian's side just because of that ambition.
It seems the Han family called Feng Nian over to talk again, but it looks like they couldn't reach an agreement.
Shishi's ears perked up, and her eyes lit up instantly—there's something interesting going on.
"Deng Yuehong, who are you calling a coward?" Old Mrs. Han thumped her cane, her eyes sharp. If she weren't so inconvenient, she probably would have rushed up and hit her.
"Whoever answers is right." Deng Yuehong wasn't afraid at all. He was just an old bastard who only knew how to bully the weak. It was truly unfortunate to have such a person as a neighbor.
"You..." Old Mrs. Han was speechless with anger.
Shishi grabbed Deng Yuehong by the waist with both hands and lifted her up. She then stood on the stairwell and looked around the Han family. Her gaze finally settled on a girl.
She supported herself on her side with one hand and placed the other on her stomach. Tears clung to her eyelashes, threatening to fall. Shishi thought of a word to describe her fragility: pitiful and delicate.
She's quite frail; she even has to support her stomach.
"Are you tired? Why are you holding your back and touching your stomach?" She casually reached out and poked the girl's lower abdomen.
The girl was startled by those words and quickly moved her hands away and backed away.
"I... I was just startled, it was a conditioned reflex."
"Oh." Shishi walked up to another girl, pulled out a small knife from her lower back, and quickly stabbed her.
The girl screamed and backed away in fright, covering her chest with her hands.
"What are you doing? You've killed someone! Call the police immediately!" Han's mother was terrified and protected her daughter like a baby chick.
Hearing the noise, several heads peeked out from the other houses, but when they saw it was about the Han family, they quickly withdrew.
It's better to avoid trouble with unreasonable deadbeats.
Shishi clapped her hands, "You're afraid of even a fake wooden knife? What a coward."
After speaking, he looked at the girl who had asked the question, but she had already hidden behind Han Jianming.
"The way she looked was truly frightened. She was covering her body, not supporting her back or stomach. If you have a problem, you're afraid others will know you're using a cloth to bind your stomach, so it's a big problem."
While everyone was gossiping, at the hospital, He Chaoyang happened to get a form and was completely baffled by the results.
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