Madam Rong felt her fists harden, as if she was restraining herself from slapping the woman in front of her, all for the sake of the other being a young girl.
"My daughter is fine, and we don’t need the likes of you to come here preaching. And what’s more, you keep mentioning the Ming Family—just who are they to you? What relation do they have with you that necessitates your pleading on their behalf?"
Li Juan’s face uncontrollably reddened when she was asked about her relationship with the Ming Family.
"...We’re all neighbors here... I didn’t come to plead, I just want you to distinguish right from wrong. You can’t take out your anger on others just because of one person’s mistake. And Sister Liping, she’s about the same age as your daughter, how can you bear to ruin her life? Auntie, please let this matter go, let Sister Liping and Uncle Ming return home, don’t sue them anymore... What wrong could they have done?"
"...Even if they made no mistake, they were simply deceived by others. As long as they are human, this kind of failure to discern people’s true nature is certainly inevitable..."
The more Madam Rong listened, the more displeased she became, "Are you not right in the head, girl? Whether they’re in the wrong... that’s for the police to judge, do we have such capabilities?"
Li Juan, hearing her words, thought that what she had just said was having some effect.
Her eyes immediately brightened significantly.
"Auntie, as long as you don’t press charges and speak to the police station, they will definitely release Sister Liping... I think we should not delay, why don’t you go right now? The station has officers on duty at night too. For a young girl like Sister Liping to be kept there, it’s not right..."
"Mom, why bother talking so much with someone who doesn’t understand human language? You’re just wasting your saliva. Just tell her to get lost."
Rong Yan had seen this kind of people before... Weren’t there such people portrayed on TV? Speaking their own views without listening to others, this kind of people had their own set of ideologies.
She stepped forward, grabbed Li Juan by the collar of her clothes, and then began dragging her out.
Li Juan was stunned... She was being dragged away involuntarily.
This scenario was all too familiar; wasn’t Xu Ke’s mom dragged out in the same way that afternoon?
Instantly, her face turned beet red, of course, from anger.
"Rong Yan, how can you do this, let go of me immediately..."
Rong Yan couldn’t be bothered to say another word to her, dragged her outside, then dropped her onto the ground, and dusted off her hands.
Looking down from above at the person trying to get up from the ground, she said, "Don’t howl at my doorstep again. Otherwise, I don’t know what I might end up doing."
After dropping this remark, she closed the front door.
Li Juan had never been so humiliated in her life. She was furious and moved forward to pound on the door, "Rong Yan, come out, I haven’t finished speaking..."
Hearing the knocking outside, Madam Rong’s face turned even darker. Seeing her daughter return, she asked, "What happened this afternoon? Why did she come to our house?"
Because her mother came back late, Rong Yan hadn’t recounted the afternoon’s events.
"Let’s talk about it later. I’ll go and deal with that lunatic outside first."
Otherwise, with that lunatic’s perseverance, she might stand at their doorstep for hours on end.
Madam Rong hadn’t even begun to ask.
She then saw her daughter grab a basin of water and head out...
Seeing this, Madam Rong’s mouth twitched a bit. She wanted to intervene, opened her mouth, but ultimately, she said nothing.
Suddenly, Rong Yan opened the door.
Li Juan, still pounding on the door, almost stumbled in due to inertia, but she managed to steady herself just in time.
Seeing it was Rong Yan, she became extremely angry, "Rong Yan, how can you..."
The words following were immediately cut short as she was doused with the entire basin of water.
"...Ah...!"
Rong Yan looked coldly at the bedraggled figure: "Don’t show up at my doorstep again. If you come knocking once more, next time it won’t be clean water like this. I’ll let you taste what it’s like to be doused with footbath water and pot scrubbing water."
Having said that, she closed the door once more.
Li Juan was choked by the water she had just been splashed with and couldn’t catch her breath.


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