"Mom, I'm innocent, look at my clothes, they're all torn. Am I lying?"
Mu Dazhong deliberately put on a pitiful look.
Mrs. Lin nodded along.
"Mom, you weren't aware of what happened yesterday. Those villains wanted to take mine and Qingqing's life. It was Dazhong who heroically saved us; otherwise, you wouldn't see us here."
"You're full of shit, you wretched woman, spewing nonsense, why don't you just die? I'm telling you, if you don't give me back the money, I'll dig you all to death with a hoe."
Old Mrs. Mu cursed while stamping her feet.
Her wrinkled forehead was bulging with veins.
It was clear she was in a furious state.
Mu Dazhong was almost scared witless, kneeling on the ground, not daring to make a sound.
Even more so for Mrs. Lin, as a daughter-in-law, a stranger in Old Mrs. Mu's eyes, she was kicked several times by the old lady once she finished stamping.
Her fingers were madly pinching the flesh on Mrs. Lin, causing her to cry out in pain.
