Qiao Xi was so angry that her whole body was trembling. Her eyes were red, but she restrained herself from crying. "Since Wang Wentao is so good, why don't you marry your daughter to him?" She took a step forward, looking at those women who stood there and spoke without thinking twice. She rolled up her sleeves to reveal the crisscrossing scars on her arms. "Where were you when Wang Wentao that bast*rd hit me when he was in a bad mood? As neighbors, couldn't you hear it? But did you care? Now that Wang Wentao has made a mistake, you're saying I ruined his life. He was the one who ruined my life first!"
"We couldn't interfere in your matter, could we?" A middle-aged woman grinned and explained, "it's not good for us, outsiders, to get involved in your matters."
