"They were chatting when someone outside shouted, 'Deng Zhiqing, Zhang Mazi is here to pick you up.'"
Everyone's conversation came to an abrupt halt, and all eyes turned to Deng Xiaojie, whose face had gone pale.
She hadn't lacked resistance, but Zhang Mazi had said, "If she doesn't agree, then I'll reveal what she paid me to do and make sure she has a hard time in Songling Village."
Having lost her honor, unless she could return to the city, no one would be willing to marry her. Moreover, knowing Zhang Mazi's vile nature, he would certainly not let her off easily.
She took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over everyone in the room, her eyes full of hatred. Why did it have to be me who faced such misfortune?
She stood up, picked up her bundled quilt and handbag from the ground, and walked out of the Zhiqing Point with a stern face.
