"Then cry louder." Qiao Mu flung Qiao Cong away.
The boy crashed loudly next to Qiao Yingchun, causing her to jump up like a grasshopper and release a piercing shriek.
"Shut up," Qiao Mu harshly berated.
Qiao Yingchun's eyes were wide open with fright. She instantly muted herself, but she ceaselessly trembled and subconsciously clutched her mouth with her hands.
W-why was this child so t-terrifying?
"Stop," Qiao Mu aloofly said and ambled toward Madam née Li.
She looked up at her swollen cheeks and mouth, an icy glint radiating from her eyes. "Your son wanted to kill me."
"He should be dead."
"What do you want?" Madam née Li feebly squeezed out, her mouth aching.
A chilly feeling crawled up her back, and she felt like she was submerged inside an ice pit.
