She wanted to go around a few more times, but she wasn't sure if this old woman's head was so hard that it really couldn't be smashed?
Old Madame Song and her offspring were still howling outside, blood flowing all over the ground, but as long as they could still howl and cry, it proved they wouldn't die.
As for Old Mr. Song, he was still playing dead in that pigsty. Don't tell her that Old Mr. Song really couldn't hear anything; the Song Family's house didn't have much in the way of soundproofing. Not to mention the events happening in the courtyard, even the barking of the large yellow dog outside the door could be heard very clearly.
He was just feigning death out of fear.
"Shall we go?"
Gu Ning extended his hand and placed it on Tang Yuxin's hair, which was in such bad shape that it was as rough as straw and was beginning to prick his hand.
