Chapter 572: The 569th
The car that pulled up behind was the parents of Xu Wenbin’s girlfriend.
Their precious daughter had heard at school that she’d been bullied, beaten by a third party, and was furious, directly threatening to get justice for their girl!
Therefore, as soon as this group got out of the car, the girl immediately ran to her parents and began pointing in Li Zaijun’s direction, saying something.
When looking at Li Zaijun, the bottom of her eyes was filled with deep disgust and hatred.
It seemed she had exaggerated and blamed all the mistakes on Li Zaijun, so when her parents looked over, anger was evident in their eyes.
Especially her mother, who right now was heading straight towards Li Zaijun in high heels.
Tong Le, seeing her mother’s aggressive posture, became somewhat nervous and tugged at Li Zaijun’s sleeve:
“What do we do, Junjun? Her mom looks like a tigress; let’s just leave and we can talk once your family gets here.”
Moreover, she knew that Li Zaijun’s anger had not subsided, so she really feared what else she might do.
However, Li Zaijun just coldly watched the woman approaching and said to Tong Le indifferently:
“Help me record this.”
Upon hearing this, Tong Le quickly and discreetly started the video recording on her phone.
Then she hid it in her sleeve, only exposing the camera’s lens.
Li Zaijun didn’t know when the people her sister-in-law had called for help would arrive, nor did she know who would come, but at the moment, she could only rely on herself.
She had acted impulsively.
But she did not regret it, because she might not necessarily lose.
And as the girl’s mother approached, stomping in her high heels and carrying an Hermès handbag, she haughtily asked:
“Are you the little wretch who stole my daughter’s boyfriend?”
The moment those words were spoken, Li Zaijun’s pupils sharpened, and she stared at the woman and slowly said:
“Ma’am, please watch your language. That man is an old shoe that I’ve already discarded. I have no interest in recycling trash. Without solid evidence, you can’t talk ; otherwise, the judge may convict you of defamation.”
Unexpectedly, as soon as Li Zaijun finished speaking, the woman huffed a laugh and said sarcastically:
“The judge will convict me of defamation! Do you know who the judge here is to me…?”
Continuing, she stared at Li Zaijun and said word by word: “He’s my second uncle. Talking to me about defamation is amusing…! Do you believe that I can sue you into bankruptcy and make you rot in jail?”
Hearing this, Li Zaijun’s expression slowly shifted, and she asked:
“So, are you threatening me, auntie?”
“What if I am threatening you!? Are you scared now? Where are your parents? Have them come here and kneel to apologize to my daughter. If they are willing to apologize for you, their unfilial daughter, I might let you serve less time. Otherwise, I will not only make you suffer but also ensure that your family can’t stay in Beijing for the rest of their lives!”
Her attitude was domineering and arrogant.
Just as these words settled, Tong Le’s heart tightened, and she was utterly frightened.
Because she knew that although Li Zaijun often seemed carefree and lighthearted, her parents were her taboo.
And this woman was actually demanding that Junjun’s parents…
Unable to hold back, Tong Le blurted out: “Auntie, this—”
“Shut up; it’s none of your business!”
She glared at Tong Le.
But the next second, Li Zaijun suddenly laughed, her lips curving up—