Du Yue did not know if the aunt had left with her grandson, but that was not important. In short, they did not dare to knock on their gate again. After the chicken soup was ready, the two of them drank two or three bowls each and left some for Xia Ju in the space. After eating and drinking their fill, it was already very late. The two of them lay in bed and began to feel sleepy.
As Du Yue's consciousness blurred, she suddenly heard an urgent and painful cry. The voice was not soft. It sounded like it came from right in front of their courtyard. Du Yue had already sat up on the bed the moment she heard the voice. He Xing also reached out to turn on the lights. He looked at Du Yue with a mocking smile in his eyes. When he spoke, his tone rose. "It seems that someone didn't take our kind words seriously and insisted on giving it a try."
Hearing He Xing's words, Du Yue instantly understood what was going on.
