Sheng nanxuan did not say a word and slowly walked to the door. When he reached the door, he stopped and turned around to look at su mo. "You won't be in more pain than Ding Xiang. How painful must the lilac be when she's still young? Yingluo will only feel happy, right?"
Su mo trembled as she watched the others follow him out.
After they had all left, footsteps suddenly came from the door.
Su mo got up and wanted to run.
A few figures came into her sight, and she saw the people coming in from outside the door.
His clothes were ragged, his beard was unkempt, and he was carrying a worn-out snakeskin bag.
It was a tramp!
Su mo shrieked,'Sheng nanxuan! Don't you dare!"
tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. the homeless man's eyes lit up, and he looked at her drooling and swallowed his saliva.
"Bah!" One of them spat on the ground and walked towards her, rubbing his hands.
