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In fact, Yang Xiao and the other man had not even heard the song lyrics clearly. What truly caught their attention was the man's roaring recitation of the bewitching poem.
The two exchanged a look, scanned their surroundings and, finding no one else around, they tiptoed closer to the door, hoping to hear more clearly. The man's roaring continued but soon shifted focus, directed at another person in the room, "And you, you worthless wretch, I've struggled for so long and yet you can't bear me a son. Come here and tidy yourself, we're leaving!"
With curses and abuse, accompanied by the sobbing of a little girl and the sound of packing within, Yang Xiao and Jiang Qingluan realized the man was planning to leave. They quickly and silently retreated to a dark spot not far away to observe.
After about a few minutes, the old wooden door creaked open, and a disheveled man with a sallow face, wearing patched-up clothes made of coarse fabric emerged, "Hurry up, stop dawdling!"
