Several neighbors gathered around and spoke up for Wang Zhao, saying they had never seen a better man than him—more hardworking, responsible, and family-oriented.
Otherwise, Xiaolin wouldn't have been so eager to marry a widower who had lost two wives.
Moreover, he doesn't smoke or drink, and he gives all the money he earns to his wife, mother-in-law, and children, keeping only a few hundred yuan for himself each month. Where would he get the money to go prostitutes?
Grandma Zhou couldn't help but ask this question.
"You're slandering my brother! I'm calling the police!" The eldest sister of the Wang family also rushed over.
"Don't think you can get away with hiding online and not showing your face. I'm reporting you and having FunTV shut down your live stream!"
Mingzhuo didn't care at all: "I've never been reported before. You're welcome to report me on Fun. But you just reminded me."
Gu Xu seemed to know what she was going to do, and walked over to hand her a cell phone.
Mingzhuo started making a phone call.
Wang Zhao stared nervously at the screen: "What exactly do you want to do?"
Mingzhuo: "Call the police! Don't you know what you're doing?"
Wang Zhao's face changed. "Are you trying to blackmail me? I haven't broken any laws!"
"You haven't broken the law? You secretly filmed and distributed those kinds of videos for profit, and you still say you haven't broken the law? Do you dare to release the videos and chat logs on your phone!"
Wang Zhao's face turned deathly pale, then flushed red. He glared angrily at the hands in the video.
"You call yourself a cultivator, and a woman at that? How could you be so shameless!"
He didn't think he was wrong at all.
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