Zhao Chuchu was washing the vegetable in the water pot when Zhao Xing's family rushed to her house.
"Where's Zhao Chuchu? Get the hell out!" Zhao Xing's mother yelled as soon as she stepped into the house.
Zhao Chuchu only glanced at the woman and ignored her.
The other people quickly stopped Zhao Xing's mother and asked, "What's wrong?"
"This has nothing to do with you! Zhao Chuchu! Get the hell out and save my son!" the mother roared.
The lady slowly got up. "I can save him as long as you pay me."
"Why should I? My son is in that condition because of you! It's your responsibility to save him!"
Zhao Chuchu was completely confused by that statement.
"Come with me now! I'll kill you if my son dies!"
Zhao Xing's mother charged toward Zhao Chuchu, wanting to drag the lady back with her.
Zhao Chuchu swiftly evaded the woman before swinging the knife toward the woman's neck.
