The old woman's eyes flickered upon hearing Xiaoxiao's words, but then she continued to wail:
"How can it be false? My poor son, just in his twenties! Oh Heaven! I don't want to live anymore!" Saying so, she proceeded to throw herself at the door!
Onlookers hurriedly stepped forward to prevent the old woman from hitting the wall, feeling somewhat sympathetic towards her.
"What's with this girl? Someone has died, how can she have no sympathy at all!"
"Yes, yes, stop causing trouble, can't you see the person is dead?"
Xiaoxiao didn't care whether the old woman would hit the door or not, nor did she pay attention to the people's reactions, continuing to speak, holding a knife she'd gotten from who knows where:
