"Will you ever shut up!?"
The girl was like a lit stick of dynamite, instantly seething with rage and utterly infuriated.
It was as if two burning flames danced furiously in her eyes,
as she glared holes through Chu He,
her gaze filled with blazing resentment and a deep sense of grievance.
At that moment, her brother lay miserably on the cold, hard ground.
Blood flowed freely, like an out-of-control stream,
pooling into a gruesome and shocking puddle.
The jarring red looked particularly ghastly under the sun.
And yet this Mr. Chu turned a blind eye to the tragic scene before him,
still rambling on and on, his words seemingly laced with a hint of humiliation.
A strong suspicion welled up in the girl's heart.
She even began to wonder
if Chu He was secretly colluding with those people from the White-Red Empire—the ones scheming in the shadows to cause trouble for her family—
and had deliberately shown up now just to kick them while they were down.
