"What evidence do you need? Weren't you the ones responsible? My daughter was pregnant, and you didn't call for a midwife but delivered the baby yourselves, harming my daughter. If my daughter had been hurt giving birth to twins, then so be it. But she only gave birth to Li Juan, how could she possibly have been injured from that?"
Lin Xuebi lunged at Mrs. Liu, fighting her, and then shouted, "Maybe Feng Ying was killed by you all, right? She must have known everything about you. She got into university, but you didn't let her go. She must have held a grudge, so you killed her, didn't you? Otherwise why would she possibly have thrown herself into the river?"
There was an uproar among the crowd, this was a serious accusation.
Liu Haiguo and Feng Ying's son, Liu Qing, were also in the crowd; at eleven years old, he was no longer a clueless child. Hearing Lin Xuebi's words, he was completely shocked and turned to look at Liu Haiguo.
