As soon as Su Chenghua finished speaking, Xiao Yin's spider threat swept over and landed heavily on his buttocks.
Xiao Yin's spider silk was as hard as iron. Even if it wasn't poisoned, the pain was enough to make Su Chenghua cry out in pain.
"Looking for a mistress and still daring to act so tough. Do you want to die?!" Xiao Yin looked at Su with disdain and said with contempt.
"So what if I have other women I like? Nangong Qingxue is the same..." Seeing Su Qian's bloodthirsty gaze sweep over him, Su Chenghua shrank his neck in fear. "Your mother had so many confidantes, why can't I have other women I like?"
Su Qian sneered. "What you think is your own business. I just want to know why you hastily buried my mother."
Su Qian felt that there was an inseparable connection between the absence of her mother's body in the coffin and Su Chenghua.
