Then Gong Mingxia turned around and looked at Meng Xiuying who was sitting next to her holding her child, looking extremely tired.

"The police will come in a while. Don't be afraid. Tell the police the whole process. Not only that, you have to get your injuries examined and then divorce him. Remember Xiuying, the world can turn around if we leave it. If you just tolerate it, you can change it."

What is coming will be their intensified persecution. Let me tell you a real case. There is a woman in our village who was domestically abused by her husband. She went to the police, but her family insisted on letting her endure it.

The forbearance is over, do you know what happened next?"

Gong Mingxia stared coldly at the old lady who was still listening attentively, like a scorpion, and sneered: "The mother who asked her to keep tolerating received her daughter's cold body. She was beaten to death and drunk.

The husband was beaten to death. In the end, not only was he sentenced, but her mother-in-law, the old godly woman who sowed dissension, was also punished as she should have. Because of their evil deeds, her daughter could not get married.

People are stabbed in the back everywhere, not only the three generations are affected, but also their own family is affected. I tell you this example, just to advise you not to be a coward, you have to think about your own children, follow this

How can it be better to grow up in such an environment?"

"I am also divorced and have a daughter. I can live, why can't you? If you don't mind it, go to the police station to ask questions later, and you can stay at my house first. When you contact your parents, you can return to Beijing.

The procedures have been completed. Don't follow such a scumbag. You have to tell the truth later. Especially about human traffickers, you must be as detailed as possible. Otherwise, he may retaliate against you, and you must send him to prison.

Punishment and punishment are not allowed in prison, do you understand?"

Gong Mingxia said this to Meng Xiuying's ears, her voice was very low, but Meng Xiuying obviously listened to it, and a glimmer of hope seemed to ignite in her originally distracted and desperate eyes: "But my mother has broken off with me.

It doesn’t matter, they won’t recognize me.”

"How do you know they won't recognize you? Have you tried it? It's all the flesh that fell from your own body. How can there be any overnight hatred between parents?"

These words seemed to be deeply recognized by the old neighbors, "Girl, this girl is right. Parents and children do not have an overnight feud. No matter how angry they are, they will still feel sorry for her and talk about her. I will talk about her for a while.

Just call home and someone will definitely come to pick you up."

Mentioning her natal family, Meng Xiuying's tears rolled down like broken beads. Liu Xueliang heard their conversation and struggled on the ground anxiously, constantly begging Meng Xiuying for mercy.

"Xiuying, Xiuying, I beg you, I was wrong, I was wrong, please don't leave, okay? Let's live a good life, I promise not to do anything, I will never do anything again,"

The old lady seemed to have reacted, and crawled to Meng Xiuying on her knees: "Xiuying, mom, please, don't leave. Mom is wrong. I won't scold you again. I will help you take care of the children and cook."

I do the laundry and I do everything else. I just ask you not to go home, okay? Don’t leave, don’t leave!”

Meng Xiuying looked at the acting skills of their mother and son coldly, turned her head indifferently, and then looked up at Gong Mingxia.
Chapter completed!