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"It's not a good thing to badmouth others behind their backs," Sun Lili retorted.

"How can this be considered badmouthing?" Zhang Hongxia said.

"He's obviously lying to you. If his brother was really so rich, he wouldn't have to haul lumber here. Moreover, he's not dressed well. He doesn't look like a rich person."

"Old Mrs. Zhang is right!"

The neighbors in the other shops nearby also echoed.

They believed that Wu Feiyue was spouting nonsense.

After all, this kind of thing was very common.

My brother, my brother…

There was an endless stream of such words.

To summarize, although I'm very lousy, my relatives are very impressive.

In reality, these relatives were all fake and used to bolster their own identities.

If they investigated further, the other party would always be exposed.

"You don't care about Wu Feiyue at all. He's not that kind of person… Who the hell asked for your opinion…" Sun Lili cursed.