Song Rushuang made up her mind, then quickly squeezed out from the crack of the door. At a distance, she hid behind a willow tree on the roadside and watched the figure enter the gate of Dongzi's mother's house.

She hurried after him.

Fortunately, half of Dongzi's mother's yard was demolished, so Song Rushuang found the room with the lights on without much effort.

This must be where Dongzi's mother is.

Song Rushuang moved slowly and tiptoed to the window eaves.

In the room, two people who were completely unaware of the situation began to talk.

Dongzi's mother's exasperated voice suddenly rang out:

"Why are you out at this time? If the Song family sees us, we'll all be dead!"

A somewhat dull male voice sounded:

"What are you afraid of? They're just a bunch of cowards. If you're too scared, I'll kill them all!"

Dongzi's mother was startled, and her tone became a little stiff:

"What nonsense are you talking about? There are so many people in the Song family, can you kill them all?"

"How about killing that annoying brat in their family who always makes you angry?"

After hearing this, Song Rushuang felt goosebumps all over her body, while Dongzi's mother was amused by this sentence.

"You also know that she will make me angry. That brat is not a good person. She is exactly like her grandmother. She is very scheming."

"Haha, but that Duan Dinglan is quite pretty."

"What do you mean? Do you like her? Do you want to capture her and make her your wife?"

When Song Rushuang, who was sitting under the eaves, heard this, she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost broke her palms.

Song Rushuang barely resisted the urge to spit on the spot.

Who the hell is this Dongzi's mother?

This stranger with an unpleasant voice is even less of a good person.

How dare perverts like them covet her mother?

This is simply a mental illness.

A burst of teasing and ambiguous voices came from the house again.

Song Rushuang felt uncomfortable after hearing this and was about to leave when she heard Dongzi's mother's voice again:

"Let's not talk about this for now. Are you taking good care of Anan?"

The man nodded:

"Don't worry, my son, how can I not feel bad? How can I not treat him well?"

Song Rushuang's heart suddenly sank.

son?

Isn’t Zhao Nan Zhao Qing’s youngest son?

How come he is someone else’s son now?

Song Rushuang felt that she could still tell what Zhao Qing's voice was.

"You should stop being so arrogant. The man living in the Song family is a high-ranking official in Los Angeles. If he finds out anything, you're really done for."

"Don't worry, it's perfectly safe. I've done a lot of tampering with the body. Even a professional wouldn't be able to detect it during an autopsy."

The man is obviously very confident in his skills.

When Song Rushuang heard the word "corpse" for the first time, she felt as if her breathing was about to stop.

She held her breath, her whole attention focused on the room.

Dongzi's mother hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "Do you think Zhao Qing will come looking for us?"

"What are you looking for? Are the corpses looking for us? Or are the ghosts looking for us?"

“…”

"I told you not to overthink it. I've already chopped him into pieces. Even if he really comes looking for him, I guarantee he won't be able to put the pieces back together."

The conversation has reached this point, so there is no need for further trial.

Because she has listened carefully.

The deceased was not Zhao Nan at all, but Zhao Qing who was working away from home.

Judging from the relationship between this man and Dongzi's mother, it is very likely a murder of passion.

It should be that Dongzi's mother was being intimate with this man when Zhao Qing, who had just returned from outside, happened to see them.

Afterwards, in order to clear herself of suspicion, Dongzi's mother immediately bought the nearest and fastest train ticket and hid in the next village.

Then came Zhao Nan's death.

Then they framed the Song family.

From the very beginning, this matter was calculated clearly.

Song Rushuang felt a little scared for no reason.

If Chen Yaoyi does not come, the matter will be handled by the police from Baishui Town Police Station.

I'm afraid the Song family will be forced to take up this basin of dirty water.

If Song Rushuang hadn't heard these conversations today, she would never have imagined that Dongzi's mother was so cruel.

It's simply outrageous!

The man in the room was still laughing at Zhao Qing:

"That man in your family is useless. Seeing me in your house, he didn't even dare to fart. If I hadn't killed him in time, he would have wanted to go back to the city. Tell me yourself, what's the value of a man like this living?"

Song Rushuang pursed her lips, feeling a chill in her heart.

Since Zhao Qing didn't make trouble with them, why did they kill him?

If a person really wants to be perverted, can he really be perverted to this extent?

This is simply unbelievable.

"Humph, I get angry just talking about him. I gave birth to his children, so even if I don't have any credit, I've worked hard, right? And now he actually wants to divorce me and kick me out of the house. He's dreaming!"

"Hahaha, that's right, that's how I should scold you. You should be happy now. After that idiot dies, all his wages over the years, as well as everything in the Zhao family, will be yours, right?"

Dongzi's mother leaned on the man's shoulder, her voice sounding soft and gentle:

"It's not mine alone, it's ours."

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