At this moment, Gu Qiaoqiao hadn't even waited to go inside yet. She was still in the yard, hadn't even had time to take in the situation there, when she heard a Young Girl's voice from inside the house—slightly immature, yet full of helplessness: "Mom, how many times have I told you, we mustn't take anything from Uncle Jiang, not a single bit. He's a bad man, there's blood-qi on him, he definitely has human lives on his hands. Why won't you believe me?"
"…Cough, cough, cough…" A woman's intermittent coughing sounded from inside, weak and feeble. "Xiuxiu, your Uncle Jiang is a good person. Don't talk nonsense. If someone else hears you, what are we going to do?"
