Three Thoughts Street, in the Wang Family's new courtyard, Old Madam Wang looked at Chi Tu in front of her. Chi Tu also looked at Old Madam Wang.
For some reason, although the person in front of him was clearly an ordinary old woman from a farmer's family, he felt as if he had returned to the school grounds, facing the martial arts coaching team formed by the inner palace experts. The overwhelming pressure made him still have lingering fears.
"He only crippled one hand?" Old Madam Wang finally spoke, but her voice came from her nose.
Clearly, she was not very satisfied with this answer.
Chi Tu braced herself and nodded. "Yes… but it's not entirely that… right?"
He had been captured by Old Madam Wang and asked to see how Qin Huai would deal with the boy from Duke An Manor.
However, Old Madam Wang didn't expect that this little kid with a death wish would actually dare to come up and ask for a beating.
