"If I get scalded to death, wouldn't that fulfil your wishes? After I die, you would also not need to care any more, you would torture my father to his death. Heh, who wants you to shed crocodile tears now?"
The words, "crocodile tears" were like a needle stabbed into Yin Muchen's ears. Yin Muchen's handsome face was solid green, and he looked both cold and sinister.
He wanted to get angry.
But before that feeling could seep in, he suddenly heard, "Yuck." The girl cupped her chest as she bent her waist down to vomit.
The porridge that she just swallowed came right back up, and she could not stop retching.
Yin Muchen's irises contracted. He held the bowl in one hand, and another hand was behind her back to soothe her. He looked at Aunty and said, "Call the doctor."
"Okay." Aunty was in a hurry as she ran out of the room.
