Tang Xiaonan peeled off layer after layer: five sweaters, one sweater vest, a lined jacket, and a thick winter coat on top of it all.
'Alright, I can definitely feel the weighty burden of Phoebe Huxley's motherly love.'
'But is she trying to stew me alive?'
'No wonder the body's original owner was so simple-minded. She must have been cooked silly.'
After shedding four sweaters, Tang Xiaonan felt noticeably lighter and could finally move her elbows freely. Her legs, however, still felt heavy, so—
She peeled off two pairs of long johns, with one pair of cotton-padded pants still remaining.
Adrian Hawthorne watched in silence as Tang Xiaonan seemed to shrink before his eyes. 'This chubby girl doesn't seem quite as round as she used to be.'
Goldie Thorne and Patrick Thorne were also stunned. She was wearing so many layers; no wonder Felix Thorne had said not to let Tang Xiaonan walk on her own. It would have been a miracle if she could move at all!
"Uncle, how much longer?"
