The old lady clutched her tightly and sighed, "Miss Xia, Miss Xia, you must be the university student from the city who came to help our village develop. You mustn't go in there; that scoundrel doesn't recognize anyone when he's drunk and in a rage. He beat his own mother to death a few years ago."
The old lady was terrified that Xia Ningxing, a delicate girl, would soon suffer a terrible fate.
"Thank you for the warning, Granny, but don't worry, I can fight; I'll be fine," Xia Ningxing said, without saying much else. Pushing the old lady's hand away, she hurried inside.
If she didn't go in now, Luo Xiaohua and her mother might lose half their lives to that scum today.
"Miss Xia! Miss Xia!" The old lady became extremely anxious when she saw her go in, fearing something might happen to the girl from the city. She quickly scurried around, calling for help.
