But when Su Xiaomeng closed her eyes, seeing the faces of Su Jianyi and Zhou Wenxiu, her whole body boiled with rage, and for a moment, she really wanted to become a messenger of justice, to deliver justice for the heavens.
Actually, she had no qualifications for that...
Other people's filial piety, it has nothing to do with her.
Yet, the words slipped out.
She... might have to start relying on the so-called status, the so-called power.
The couple downstairs were completely unaware that Zhou Wenxiu's slap had utterly crushed Su Jianyi's career path.
Making his lifelong climb, wanting to shed his past, wanting to escape from the rural scent, at the age of just over fifty, receive an unprecedented blow!
"What did you mean by stopping me just now? The old man is already dead, why? Do you really believe in ghosts?"
Zhou Wenxiu asked Su Jianyi with furrowed brows.
