"How would your mother know! But your little aunt has a very tough life, I've done so much, yet she doesn't die, it's so strange!"
Mrs. Lin only feeds Mu Xiangxiang one meal a day, a meal of leftovers.
Within a few days, Mu Xiangxiang became as thin as a skeleton.
Yet she just wouldn't die.
"Mother, why don't we just go ahead and kill little aunt, to prevent the Qin Family from coming for the engagement on the eighteenth of the winter month."
In the corner, Yuanbao heard Mu Qingqing and Mrs. Lin's conversation and was so scared he curled up into a ball.
He was just playing hide and seek with Little Zhi when he accidentally overheard Mrs. Lin and Mu Qingqing's words.
"This..." Mrs. Lin hesitated for a moment, suddenly a sound of breaking branches came from the nearby corner.
Mrs. Lin was startled and shouted, "Who is it, who's there?"
Mu Qingqing was equally surprised, both rushed forward, but found nothing.
