"Ah..." Hua Meimei suddenly sat on the ground and cried loudly.
The boss returned, and Aunt Zhang quietly stepped aside to watch the show. The young lady today was really different from usual, so she should not get too involved.
As soon as Hua Wenxia entered the yard, she heard Hua Meimei's crying, it was so tragic.
He had never heard his daughter cry like this before.
I hurried in and saw Hua Meimei sitting on the ground and Lin Cuilan standing beside her.
There was a red palm mark on Hua Meimei's face, and her hair was messy, which showed that she had just been beaten.
"What's going on? Why are you making a fuss so early in the morning?" Hua Wenxia's first reaction was that Lin Cuilan had beaten Hua Meimei.
But something felt wrong. Hadn't Lin Cuilan always treated Hua Meimei like her own daughter, never wanting to hit or scold her?
When Lin Cuilan saw her husband coming back, she immediately turned into a delicate little white rabbit and rushed over to him, tears falling at just the right moment as she cried.
"Husband, Meimei today..." Lin Cuilan was just about to open her mouth to complain when Hua Meimei took the lead in accusing her.
"Dad, I came home today wearing all black. Auntie Lan didn't like it and beat and scolded me, saying I was dressed like that because I was going to a funeral. She rushed over and wiped off my lipstick, slapped me, and pulled my hair. She ordered me to change out of this black dress, but I refused, so she got crazy and pulled my shoes off my feet to torture herself and prick her own feet. Look at her feet—"
Hua Meimei cried so hard that she couldn't stop, feeling so wronged.
Lin Cuilan's expression suddenly became dumbfounded, as if she didn't know whether to cry or not.
Aunt Zhang, who was hiding a little distance away, thought to herself that the young lady had grown more capable and no longer had to be bullied by the mistress.
Hua Wenxia looked at his wife's foot and saw a mark, red and swollen. The high heels were scattered at Lin Cuilan's feet, and Lin Cuilan hurriedly kicked Hua Meimei's shoes away.
"That's not the case, husband. It was clearly her who stepped on my foot and hurt me. Look at what her foot has become. How could I possibly do this to myself?"
Hua Meimei snorted in her heart, Lin Cuilan was about to start performing tea art.
Hua Wenxia looked at his wife, then at his daughter. Each of them had their own reasons, and he didn't know how to judge.
Emotionally, he was definitely inclined to believe his wife. But he had never seen Hua Meimei say such bad things about Lin Cuilan, so he hesitated.
"Sister Zhang, what exactly happened?" Hua Wenxia remembered and asked Aunt Zhang, the only witness present.
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