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"You can be a little impulsive in front of me, but you absolutely, absolutely cannot be impulsive in front of the people in the compound, especially in front of Wan Ping'an."
"Just like when dealing with his lifestyle issues, we must be firm."
"Just having suspicions isn't enough; you need evidence. Only with evidence can you report him."
"Because we only have one chance."
"If we can't deal with him in one go, he'll deal with us, and he won't give us another chance. We might end up in jail for life."
The deaf old woman's face turned pale.
Thinking back on my experience in the detention center, it was a nightmare.
She absolutely, absolutely, absolutely doesn't want to go in again. You'd rather die out there and be done with it than go in and suffer for another day.
Yi Zhonghai nodded, his face also turning somewhat pale.
He was also sent in.
I also suffered there.
Late at night.
Boom!
Thunder roared.
It rained heavily.
It rained heavily in the first half of the night, and then it continued to drizzle in the second half until morning.
"What heavy rain!"
As Wan Ping opened the door, a refreshing breeze rushed in.
It rained all night, washing the air clean.
noon.
While Wan Ping'an and Qin Huairu were having dinner, someone started banging on the door.
Open the door.
It was Jia Zhangshi.
Wan Ping'an kicked her away.
"Jia Zhangshi, are you looking for death?"
Wan Ping'an asked coldly.
"You surnamed Wan, you murderer."
With red eyes, Jia Zhangshi pointed at Wan Ping'an.
"Who did I kill? Did I kill you?"
Wan Ping'an was completely bewildered.
He came into this world and fought several ditches. He was very sure that he had never killed anyone. Why did Jia Zhangshi say that he was a murderer?
You killed my man!
“He’s in the hospital, and the doctor has issued a critical condition notice. It’s all your fault.”
Jia Zhangshi filed a complaint.
Wan Ping'an understood.
Jia Gensheng is hospitalized and in critical condition.
What does this have to do with him?
"Mrs. Jia, explain yourself clearly. What does Jia Gen's critical illness and hospitalization have to do with me?"
Wan Ping'an didn't understand.
Those who came to watch the spectacle were also completely bewildered.
Did Wan Ping'an make another move last night?
"Of course it concerns you."
"If it weren't for that good-for-nothing who came to see you..."
Jia Zhangshi cursed.
Snapped!
Wan Ping'an slapped Jia Zhangshi so hard she spun around three times.
"You'd better watch your mouth when you speak."
“If you curse me, I’ll slap you. Let’s see if your mouth is tougher or my slap is tougher.”
Wan Ping'an warned Jia Zhangshi.
"Mom, what are you doing in the backyard again?"
Jia Dongxu ran to the backyard, panting.
"What else can you do?"
"Get your damn dad medical expenses."
Jia Zhangshi answered angrily.
"You need to pay for medical expenses?"
"Whom should we ask for medical expenses?"
Jia Dongxu was a little confused.
"Of course, it's someone surnamed Wan."
"If it weren't for that little girl, that woman coming to see him, why would I have scratched your dad?"
“If your dad hadn’t injured his face and hadn’t been afraid to go home yesterday and gotten caught in the rain, how could he have gotten infected and developed a fever?”
“Your father is critically ill, and Wan Ping’an is the culprit.”
"If we don't ask him for the money, who will we ask?"
Jia Zhangshi spoke with righteous indignation.
Wan Ping'an understood.
yesterday.
Jia Gensheng slapped Jia Zhangshi, but Jia Zhangshi scratched his face until it was covered in bloody welts, disfiguring him completely.
last night.
It's unclear whether Jia Gensheng was too afraid to go home or Jia Zhangshi was too afraid to open the door, but in any case, they didn't go home that night and were left out in the rain all night.
The wound got infected, and I have a high fever.
Critically ill!
“Jia Dongxu, I won’t hold your mother accountable for your father’s critical illness.”
"You'd better drag her away and stop barking at me like a dog."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."
Wan Pingan issued a warning.
Everyone understood.
Old Jia's critical illness had absolutely nothing to do with Wan Ping'an.
"Old Jia is so pitiful. After getting married, he never thought about enjoying a single day of happiness."
"Alas, marrying Jia Zhangshi was the biggest mistake Old Jia made in his life."
"He's critically ill in the hospital now, and instead of taking good care of him, Jia Zhangshi is coming back to cause trouble. Does she wish Old Jia were dead?"
"Bah! Jia Zhangshi is a scourge!"
Everyone pointed the finger at Jia Zhangshi.
Not a single person said a good word about her.
"Mom, stop making a fuss."
"Go home and cook. I'll take it to my dad. He's sick and needs to eat well to get better soon."
Jia Dongxu grabbed Jia Zhangshi.
"no!"
"I heard that your dad needs several tens of yuan. Where would we get that much money?"
"It was Wan Ping'an who made your father sick; he must take full responsibility!"
Jia Zhangshi did not leave.
Jia Dongxu couldn't drag her away.