Zhao Yanqiu looked up briefly, then quickly glanced down again.
"Bring her over," Wu Heng said directly.
Skull Crusher pushed 'Zhao Yanqiu' a bit, causing her to follow Wu Heng into a room on the side.
As they entered the room, Skull Crusher closed the door.
Wu Heng took another look at Xiao Xiao's mother.
She was slender, appearing malnourished, with very short hair and her face smeared with filth, resembling a scavenging beggar.
For a woman, this was a means of self-protection.
Of course, having some looks or paying a certain price could also make life a little better for you.
Zhao Yanqiu stood anxiously at the door, her legs beginning to tremble uncontrollably as she said in a low voice, "Sir, I'm sick, please don't hurt me."
Wu Heng did not release Xiao Xiao right away.
After all, the form of a ghost was something most ordinary people would find hard to accept.
Especially for a mother seeing her daughter turned into this.
