"Ghost! Ghost!"
The middle-aged man pointed at Song Lili and yelled!
"It's this uncle..."
Tang Xiaocao spoke softly behind Song Lili. Song Lili glanced around the room, memorized the man's face, and then casually walked back carrying Tang Xiaocao.
Behind them, the argument between the middle-aged man and the landlady continued!
Only the killer who murdered Tang Xiaohua would know about Tang Xiaohua's death.
She dressed in Tang Xiaohua's clothes with her face deliberately dirtied, carrying Tang Xiaocao. There was no way the killer would remain calm upon seeing her.
After returning home with Tang Xiaocao, Song Lili meticulously cleaned the house again.
The kitchen had a large stove—it took her quite a long time just to start a fire, as she was really not good at cooking. Luckily, there was some prepared bread in the cupboard, which she steamed. They each had a bit to eat.
"Your sister is dead. I look very much like your sister, but we are two different people, understand?"
