Seeing Er Bao's reaction, Mo Ruyue wiped her hands and said to Er Bao, "You and Da Bao wash the vegetables and choose them. Then, after you stir-fry them, prepare to eat."
As she spoke, she walked to the door. When she saw the people outside with their families, she suddenly felt her head start to hurt.
"Lady Qin, please save our son, he's about to die!"
A white-haired old woman, supported by others, was the first to cry to her.
Her tearful complaints were like a switch that had been turned on, and the people around her also began to cry and complain.
"Lady Qin, save my Xiao Ling. She's only seven years old!"
"Lady Qin, please save my mother. She has suffered too much, I really have no other way."
"Lady Qin, please be merciful and save me. I don't want to die!"
"Lady Qin..."
"Lady Qin!"
The calls squeezed into Mo Ruyue's brain as if they were going to burst her brain.
"Stop, stop! Be quiet!"
