Although Aunt Yu and the other women heard the village leader's words and turned to leave, they didn't stop talking. The words they said were all heart-wrenching. Sun Ying could more or less hear their high and low voices. She only heard Ye Jian's name again and again. They were all talking about how good Ye Jian was. Sun Ying felt as if her chest was about to explode. Her sharp fingers were trembling in anger.
Ye Jian was a nightmare to her. Sun Ying couldn't accept it even if she just heard her name, let alone when the villagers were saying good things about Ye Jian.
She couldn't help but grip the pistol in her pocket tightly. It was as if only the pistol in her pocket could give her a sense of security. It could calm the anger in her heart and give her more confidence to face the villagers who surrounded her.
Just now, when some villagers took a few steps forward, Sun Ying almost couldn't control herself and took out her gun!
