Very soon, a good show began.
She was looking forward to it more and more. Of course, she was not Zhu Xianglan, nor was she su Muran. She would not secretly catch people and throw them into the river to feed the fish.
Her methods were brighter and gentler than theirs.
She liked to boil frogs in warm water.
And this frog had been boiled for more than a year. It should have been boiled to death a long time ago.
Yan Nan narrowed her eyes slightly. She suddenly smiled.
And her smile was somewhat ironic.
For the next few days, the weather was the same. Nothing seemed to have changed. Even the weather was the same, but one could find some coolness in the stuffy heat.
The old people said that this was the premonition of a storm coming.
Perhaps it would soon be a rain.
“Bang, Bang...”
The sound of banging on the door could be heard from outside.
