Mu Shuangshuang found Luo Xiu'er's room, crouching under the window.
Listening closely to the sounds inside.
Hearing the voices of Luo Xiu'er and a man, Mu Shuangshuang became increasingly certain that Luo Xiu'er was using the same method this time as the last time to harm his Sixth Uncle.
Inside the room, Luo Xiu'er handed the prepared meal to Wang Dali.
Wang Dali took the food and started wolfing it down, while joking with Luo Xiu'er.
"You're at least a considerate woman, or else I'd starve to death. Hurry up with your part; once I finish eating, I want to enjoy that Feng Xiaohua.
If you make me wait too long, I'll just leave, and you'll handle it yourself."
Wang Dali, with his massive frame, sat on Luo Xiu'er's bed, his cheeks bulging with each word, rice grains spraying out.
Some rice even sprayed onto Luo Xiu'er's bed.
Luo Xiu'er felt nauseated but forced herself to suppress it and gave instructions to Wang Dali.
