Facing this derogatory term, Yu Yue was deeply troubled and frowned, but realizing that the other person might be one of the few who knew Su Huan's background, she could only suppress her emotions and ask, "Is Su Huan's... home here?"
"Home?"
The woman chewed on the word, then as if hearing the funniest joke, she burst into laughter, her head thrown back, her disheveled white hair shaking violently, each laugh hoarse and strained, then pointed at Su Huan's back, "That harbinger of death, and a home?"
"Hahahaha..."
Then abruptly stopped, turning to Yu Yue, gripping the bed frame with both hands, her upper body almost suspended in mid-air.
Her legs dangled emptily, her murky, bloodshot eyes staring at Yu Yue, like a ghost climbing out of hell to claim a life.
In a few snickers, she whispered, "His real parents were long cursed to death by him! If I hadn't taken him in, he'd have already rotted away in some garbage heap!"
