Thirty-nine, Kowtow

Wang Liying came to her senses and, looking anxiously at Chen Zhihe, asked urgently, "Comrade Public Security, tell me, whom has my daughter slandered? Can't I go and apologize to her and ask for her forgiveness?"

"Me," Luo Shu stepped forward, smiling faintly as she pointed to herself.

"Luo Shu, you black-hearted one, it really was you stirring up trouble. No matter what, Erya is your sister, how could you do this to her? Has your conscience been eaten by dogs?" Wang Liying pointed at Luo Shu angrily, wishing she could go up and bite Luo Shu a few times.

If it weren't for Luo Shu, Daya wouldn't have married an idiot, their family wouldn't be burdened with a huge debt, and Erya wouldn't have been beaten by the Liu family, laughed at by the villagers, and taken to the Public Security Office. All of this was the doing of Luo Shu, that scourge.

Luo Shu scoffed with disdain, "I have only one sister and one brother. Where's this sister from?"