Song Zijin strode forward, grabbed Sheng Yueyue's pale wrist, and started pulling her out of the crowd.
Sheng Yueyue struggled with all her might, but it was no use. He dragged her toward the entrance.
She wanted to scream for help, but He Aijun clamped his hand tightly over her mouth, terrified she would say something else earth-shattering.
'Song... Song Zijin... He Aijun, I hate you,' Sheng Yueyue screamed in her heart.
She thrashed desperately, her eyes bloodshot as she glared at Song Zijin, wishing she could kill both men.
Seeing her like this, the onlookers became even more certain that Sheng Yueyue had gone mad. They followed behind Song Zijin, eager for the spectacle.
One busybody asked, "Song Zijin, why don't you just send her to your father-in-law's house?"
"No, don't you dare! The Sheng family wouldn't have the heart to send a madwoman to the asylum, and then she'll just be let out to harm people again."
