"Who are you again?"
"I'm the neighbor living across from your house. I can testify that everything she said is true."
"Shut up, that's impossible. I've never seen you before."
"My dad is Jiang Zhengye, a technician at the machinery factory. Go ahead and ask around if you don't believe me. If I'm lying, may the heavens strike me down with lightning!"
There were whispers at the door.
"Swearing on such a thing means it must be true. No one would be bored enough to fabricate a story like this to frame her, right?"
"It must be true! Gu Jinhong must have something wrong with her head."
"Definitely something wrong. Treating a stepchild like her own daughter, but treating her own son like an enemy—her son must have the worst of luck to be born as her son."
Even though the voices were low, they still reached Gu Jinhong's ears, and she only felt a buzzing noise overwhelming her.
"Shut up!"
