Song Chenglu stood in the shadows of a corner, arms crossed, the corners of her lips slightly upturned.
"Sister, do you think... Brother Ajin... didn't even leave a trace? You think... he's already been turned to ash?"
She tossed out the words lightly, a silent, vicious, and precise strike to Song Qingya's most vulnerable spot.
"Song Chenglu! Shut your mouth! Did you come all the way to this rundown courtyard just to gloat? Just to spew this cold, useless nonsense?"
Song Qingya snapped her head up, her eyes bloodshot.
Cheng Peng, trembling with rage, roared at Song Chenglu. "Song Chenglu! Are you even human? The village chief is your own brother-in-law! His fate is unknown, we don't know where he is, and instead of helping us look for him, you're just standing here making snide, sarcastic remarks? Do you have any sense of family? Any conscience? Any shred of human decency?"
Song Chenglu flinched, her face paling at his shouting.
