Jia Huihui was crying so pitifully that anyone who saw her would feel a pang of sympathy. In contrast, Feng Ru, standing nearby, looked absolutely fierce.
Between the two, the crowd’s hearts naturally leaned toward Jia Huihui.
An older woman leaning on the windowsill, unable to bear the sight, hurriedly passed her handkerchief into the room, signaling for the Brigade Leader’s wife to help the poor girl wipe her tears.
Chapter 22