Sun Jiaming stepped up to Zhou Gu'er's side. His eyes were filled with heartache as he looked at her, but his expression was resolute, proving he wasn't just talking—he was serious.
The onlookers couldn't help but start murmuring again. Some even shouted for Sun Jiaming to stay out of it.
Zhou Mei's eyes were fixed on Gu'er like a venomous snake. If looks could kill, she would have killed Gu'er a thousand times over by now. But all she could do was vent her fury with her gaze; she didn't dare approach. The memory of Gu'er brandishing a knife and coming at her, the phantom pain in her arm—it made her tremble uncontrollably.
"Jia Ming, what's the meaning of this? This is a matter for the Old Zhou Family. Why are you sticking your neck out? Don't you go getting hot-headed and do something reckless," Zhou Mei's uncle, Zhou Da Kui, said unhappily.
