The so-called justice that old bastard talked about, heaven may not give him, but Wen Ran decided she would reclaim it herself.
She didn't expect that under the clear skies, someone would dare to pull a scam in broad daylight.
If today they ran into someone timid, some young girl could easily be swindled.
"Good heavens! Who can give me justice!" Wen Ran sat up, wailing and putting on a full dramatics show, "Being touched by an old depraved hooligan, only for him to turn around and frame me!"
Her crying was quite genuine and heartfelt; moreover, everyone didn't expect a young girl to go all out, putting herself in such a humiliating situation.
The atmosphere became quite awkward.
People looked at the old man and old woman as if they were trash.
The old man's heart skipped a beat; he understood that he was the hunter who got shot in the eye this time, facing a tricky and argumentative opponent.
"You're talking nonsense!"
