----Just when Mrs. Liu and his wife were stunned, a clear voice came from behind!----
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In the side room, a middle-aged man in black and brocade casual clothes was sitting on the table. He looked like he was no more than forty years old. His eyes were fine and sharp, smooth and cunning. He was noncommittal to the old couple lying on the ground in front of him, crying miserably, and he was breathing indecently.
, said disdainfully: "Two of you, are you out of your mind? You actually asked me to sue Grand Master Qiu's third son. Isn't this harming me? Is he someone who can sue? Besides, maybe it's your daughter.
If you fail to seduce the third young master, and he is raped by others in the end, will it be the fault of Master Qiu?" His fine eyes were slightly contemptuous, and his tone was full of contempt.
After hearing these words, the old man who was still kneeling on the ground crying in grievance and speaking bleakly immediately raised his head in disbelief when he heard Huang Liangshi's words. Mrs. Liu was originally a college lady, angry and arrogant, staggered up, stretched out her vigorous old
Pointing at the disdainful Huang Tangren, he was trembling with anger: "Huang, Mr. Huang, you, how can you say that? My daughter has always been well-behaved and contented. She is only twenty-seven years old this year. She doesn't know what seduction is!"
Qiu Sanshao is famous for being a romantic, but he often molests women from good families. Who in the entire Jijin City doesn’t know about his infamous reputation. Now my daughter has died in an unknown way. It has been five days since that day.
The Yin Mansion is still indifferent to this, and always evades the situation with ambiguous answers. There are still such officials protecting each other at the feet of the emperor. Where is the law of heaven? Where is the law of the country!"
The more Master Liu spoke, the more passionate he became. His figure, which was still humble at first, was now arrogant and arrogant, speaking sternly, and it was so harmful.
Although Mrs. Liu was a female prostitute, she could not tolerate her daughter being slandered by such villains. She supported her husband and said angrily: "Huang, if you are afraid of Taishi Qiu's power, just say so. We can find another lawyer. My daughter is innocent."
Don't let a bad word come out of your mouth. If you don't accept my lawyer, we will sue ourselves, even if we sue the emperor. We will not give up until Qiu San is brought to justice."
Huang Tangren was originally a famous litigator. Now he was scolded so harshly by the two men who were half in the coffin. He felt angry and slapped the table angrily: "Humph, your mouth is useful, but what's the use? You have to know that people don't agree with each other."
The rich fight, and the rich do not fight with the officials. Since we know that officials protect each other, we have to accept this dead principle. This is the world of Master Qiu. Can you sue him?
Grand Master Qiu is a popular figure in the Emperor. You two half-buried old bodies still want to complain to the Emperor. It is simply a dream! Not to mention the truth of the matter? With Grand Master Qiu’s power, if you want to be ashamed, you are here tonight.
The Xiangmanlou gang is clamoring. If the news reaches Grand Master Qiu, whether you can survive tonight is still a question! If you are wise, go to Tianyin Mansion to collect your daughter's body so that it can be buried alive, otherwise--ouch!"
In an instant, I saw a white shadow sweeping over. Huang Tangren let out a scream, bent slightly and covered his mouth, crying out in pain. His mouth suddenly turned red. He looked at the broken white porcelain cup on the ground, his fine eyes widened and glared, covering his face.
He stood up with his mouth open and got angry: "Who, who is short-sighted, dare to hit me, Huang Tangren, come out -"
Just when Mrs. Liu and his wife were stunned, a clear voice came from behind: "Oh, I wonder why my hand keeps cramping today. It turns out that I want to hit the little boy's mouth!"
I saw a gentle man in a blue shirt standing leaning against the railing of the door of the elegant compartment, holding the folding fan upright against his chest. There was no panic on his face, but a thin smile on his face, an elegant smile like a wisp of summer.