Seeing that one of his legs was blocked by the sofa, Feng Ling asked in surprise, "When did you wake up?"
"I just woke up." Li Nanheng lowered his arm and turned toward her. "What was that noise outside?"
"Ah, I'm killing the chickens. Did I disturb you?"
"…You know how to kill it?"
"I checked on the internet and saw the tutorial for killing chickens. I tried to kill one. It's not bad. It's quite successful." Feng Ling held the handle of the door with one clean hand. Her other hand was still stained with blood. She was dressed in her home clothes at the Qian family. Her long hair was tied behind her head. She looked gentle and indifferent, but her expression did not change when she talked about killing chickens.
Li Nanheng: "There is a tutorial?"
