Liu Huili still wanted to grab Fang Xiaohui, but was stopped by Song Mohuan.
"Enough already!"
"Enough what? Your wife took sixty thousand from me, that's our family's lifeline. We're on the verge of ruin. Fang Xiaohui, don't hide behind a man, come out! Give me back my money."
Right now, Liu Huili honestly looked no different from a shrew.
Song Mohuan pushed her away, "Move aside, don't sling mud. Fan Jianguo, if you don't stop me, don't blame me for being impolite. If you have the guts, show me the evidence, like an IOU. If you don't have it, don't talk nonsense."
Tugging Fang Xiaohui, he left without looking back.
Liu Huili's legs weakened, and she collapsed to the ground.
Fan Jianguo pulled her up, "Let's go! Let's go home!"
"I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving! If Fang Xiaohui doesn't give me back my money, I'm not leaving!"
Fan Jianguo looked at Liu Huili, who was wailing and crying, while people around pointed and whispered.
