At the same time, inside the room, Dong Huiying was holding a scalpel, looking innocent. Shen Qiuyang was a blacksmith, and this knife in her hand was personally forged by Shen Qiuyang for her back in the day.
She had already fed Young Master Li a Paralysis Pill, and now Young Master Li lay on the bed unable to move, but his mind was clear. Seeing Lady Xiao Dong reveal a strange-looking knife and slowly approach him, he felt like a dead fish, like fish on a chopping board, about to be cut up?
"Boohoo! Lady Xiao Dong, you can't do this? Where's Third Brother Liang, where's Third Brother Liang? Come and stop your wife-master, ah—!! Wife-master, I want wife-master, I want my Sister Qiu, boohoo!!"
Dong Huiying: "..."
She pressed her temples helplessly, grabbed a quilt, and covered Young Master Li's face with it. "Be quiet."
