"She suddenly acted on a whim to see us in chaos. But for those in trouble, she's demanding their lives."
"Isn't that right? My child is being delayed to death."
A voice unfavorable to Jun Ning emerged, and immediately another voice agreed. Such voices increased, more and more.
A somewhat uncontrollable trend.
And these voices, in the end, escalated from accusations to wishing Jun Ning's death.
"You're a spoiled girl, living well yourself, blind to others' hardships. Do you even know my son is about to die?"
"People like you don't deserve to live. You should just die!"
"Shut up..."
Jun Ning said nothing, calmly watching those cursing her below the city wall. Ye Ying, who flew down to check on the child's condition, couldn't bear it and spoke.
"Why should we shut up? Dare to act but don't dare to be spoken about?" A voice in the crowd retorted Ye Ying.
