Li Hongmei did not expect that her figure and face, which she had always been proud of, would be criticized.
It was fine if the criticism came from a woman, but it was from an old man.
Li Hongmei was still squatting on the ground. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, and she looked aggrieved and humiliated.
Her expression made the men, who were limited to the countryside, pity her.
There were men who couldn't stand it.
One was prepared to say, "Shi Lichun, aren't you going too far? You're saying such harsh words to a woman. We'll see each other often. How are you going to let her live in the village?"
Shi Lichun's sharp gaze shot toward the person who spoke up for Li Hongmei.
He said coldly, "Since you're so sympathetic and can't bear to see her suffer, bring her to your house. Anyway, you don't have a wife now! She wronged me and scolded my wife here. I'm already very polite since I didn't hit her!"