Grandma Wang, a mountain dweller with little formal education, rarely even went to town more than a few times a year. Little did she know that what Wang Jing said was just a bluff.

Grandpa Wang, who was also uneducated, was trembling with fear. "I...I don't know what to do!"

"Maybe my mom isn't dead yet!" Wang Jing rushed to her mother's side, checked her breathing, and then her eyes darkened.

Do evil deeds last for a thousand years?

Wang Jing was furious, but her expression was one of terror.

"Grandpa and Grandma, my...my mom is really dead! Grandma killed someone!"

Grandma Wang was on the verge of fainting. Grandpa Wang threw down his hoe and supported her, looking completely helpless.

Wang Jing rushed into her room and came out carrying a bed sheet.

She quickly wrapped Wang Jing up and dragged her towards her room.

At this point, her voice became calmer: "Grandpa and Grandma, we can't let anyone know that my mom was beaten to death by my grandma! Otherwise, my grandma will be arrested by the police. Let's hide her first, and then bury her tonight."

"Yes! Yes! No one can know! I don't want to be executed!"

Grandma Wang, who was usually arrogant and domineering in the Wang family, was now trembling with fear.

Grandpa Wang was furious that she had caused such a big mess, so he dragged her into the house and gave her a good beating.

Wang Jing stood at the door, watching with a cold expression.

At the top of the Wang family's food chain is Grandpa Wang, and she is the poor little thing at the very bottom.

Anyone could step on it!

She poured herself a bowl of cold water, took a sip, and looked coldly at Wang's mother on the ground.

"She was originally a victim, so why did she end up like this?"

Wang Jing felt that even after living for so long, she still didn't understand people's hearts.