898 Men Who Practice Domestic Violence Deserve to Die (1/2)

Lu Zhanbei and Fu Zhinian didn't return to the reserved room. Lin Wanwan continued to talk and laugh with her classmates.

The monitor sat over and said, ”Wanwan, I created a WeChat group for all the classmates. Join us too. Rest assured we won't leak out your WeChat handle. After all, we were comrades who experienced the great college entrance examination together. We still have this bit of realization.”

”Ok.” Lin Wanwan swept her gaze over some unfamiliar faces and was in deep thought.

During her high school life, aside from Fu Zhinian, she also had a deep impression of someone else. ”Monitor, why isn't Liu Zilin here?”

The monitor sighed. ”She got married.”

Lin Wanwan was stunned. ”So early? I remember she's just half a year older than me. She should have just reached the legal age of marriage.”

”She got married two months ago during her twentieth birthday. She even invited me to be her bridesmaid on her wedding day. However, her husband didn't agree to it.” As she said this, she sighed. ”The last time I saw her was half a month ago. She… must not be doing too well.”

Lin Wanwan frowned. ”What's wrong?”

”Her husband often abuses her. The last time she came to find me was because her husband wanted her to abort her one-month-old child and asked me to take her to the hospital.”

Lin Wanwan clenched her fists so hard that they made cracking sounds.

Men who practice domestic violence deserve to die!

Even a vicious tiger wouldn't eat its own cub. That a*shole was even worse than a beast!

”Monitor, do you have Liu Zilin's address? I want to visit her.”

The monitor nodded and told her the address. In the end, she sighed. ”Liu Zilin will definitely be happy to see you. Even though she doesn't say so explicitly, she has always treated you as her idol in her heart. She has a disc collection of all your movies. She has also watched every episode of your TV dramas. She even bought several styles of jewelry that you have endorsed.”

Lin Wanwan listened to her but her mind wasn't into it. ”Monitor, I still have something on. I'll get going first.”

”Ok. Let's keep in contact via WeChat.”

”No problem!”

Lin Wanwan rushed out of the reserved room. Her back view alone was already full of murderous intent.

…

In the car, Fu Zhinian sat at the passenger's seat. He dug out a cigarette, but before he could light it up, Lu Zhanbei took it away.