Wang Cuihua, following the advice of her daughter-in-law, tried her best to pretend to be sad.
Her shamanistic roots were still intact and she managed to bring the atmosphere to its peak.
Around her, several women were moved to tears by her words. Everyone was lamenting, what a good child it was. How could she be gone just like that?
It was at this juncture that Suizi's voice suddenly broke the silence.
"Catch him!"
The crowd had no idea what was happening. They looked around and saw a man in a gray short-sleeved shirt running. Yu Jingting swiftly kicked him and knocked him down.
The middle-aged women flocked over and surrounded the man in gray.
"Jingting, what's going on?"
"He kidnapped my maiden."
The women gasped collectively. This was intolerable.
Just as they were moved by Wang Cuihua's sorrow, they now harbored a deep hatred for this man.