Hearing her husband's question, Lu Jueyu came back to her senses. She shook her head and said with a smile, "It's nothing."
Hearing this, Li Chenmo looked at his wife's expression thoughtfully. Since she didn't tell him, then he wouldn't ask.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man's face turned beet red with anger and embarrassment as the neighbors' accusations escalated. He glanced at his niece with an urge to strangle her.
If not for her scheming, would he have come to check on Lu Jueyu? If he hadn't come, he wouldn't have ended up in such a humiliating situation!
His anger surged as the crowd's accusations continued. Driven by frustration and shame, he raised his hand and slapped the young woman.
SLAP!
The loud sound startled everyone, silencing the cursing and scolding at once.
The young woman's cheek turned red, a clear palm print marking her swelling face. She reached up to touch it, flinching at the sting.