Hearing this, Zhang Cuihua's face instantly turned pale. Her gaze became evasive, and her previous arrogance vanished.
"This just shows that your daughter-in-law didn't willingly marry your son," Xia Liang continued.
Xia Liang's tone suddenly grew stern. "Then tell me, where did you get this daughter-in-law?"
Cold sweat beaded on Zhang Cuihua's forehead. She grabbed her son and tried to force her way through the crowd to escape.
"Damn, her son's wife might have been bought from human traffickers."
"Definitely. Who would willingly let their daughter marry an idiot?"
"Isn't this illegal?"
The surrounding crowd began to murmur, and some even took out their phones, ready to call the police.
Just then, her mentally handicapped son burst into tears, wailing, "Ma, they know you bought me a wife! Boo hoo hoo..."
"You idiot! Shut your mouth!"
Zhang Cuihua's eyes widened, and she slapped her son across the face without a second thought.
