Wu Hao's tirade left Zhang Yu red-faced and speechless, wanting to retort but unable to form any words.
The crowd, who had been pointing fingers at Zhang Yu, accusing him of being unfilial, was stunned by this sudden reversal.
"And my mother—if she hadn't met you, she could have lived a good life. It was because of you that she ended up dying in grief."
"You say your life is hard. You say you're wronged. What about my mom?"
"Was she supposed to just accept it all?"
"If we're going to talk about retribution, it should come to you first."
"Don't talk to me about magnanimity or forgiveness. How am I supposed to account for what happened to my mom? She passed away in her thirties."
"My grandmother, widowed at a young age, struggled to raise my mom, only to lose her in middle age and be forced to raise me, her granddaughter."
"Then, when she was diagnosed with cancer, you and your wife rushed to the hospital the next day to upset her."
