Yuan Wenjiao glanced at Wen Jiaojiao and saw that she was wearing a scarf, but she could still recognize her at a glance as the woman who had given her money while wearing a mask. She was about to speak again.

Wen Zhaoye's sharp eyebrows furrowed, his piercing eyes fixed on her like swords, and he lowered his voice to warn her:

“If you dare say another word, I’ll kill you and your mother. Now come with me to a place; I have something to tell you.”

Knowing she was in the wrong, Yuan Wenjiao glanced at the child in her arms and hesitated without moving.

Just then,

Xu Cuifen walked to the door, and the next second, Wen Zhaoye forcefully pulled the original owner of the body around and left.

Xu Cuifen didn't recognize her because of her bulky clothes. She shifted her gaze to Wen Jiaojiao, whose figure was taut.

"Honey, what did you just yell?"

Wen Jiaojiao's eyes were slightly red, and her slender hands, hanging at her sides, trembled slightly. She shook her head and said:

"nothing."

Xu Cuifen grinned without thinking much, turned around and went into the kitchen, saying:

"Then Mom will continue cooking for you. It's cold outside, so you should go home and sit down."

Wen Zhaoye led Yuan Wen Jiaojiao to an empty old house and said in a harsh tone:

"Having run off with so much money back then, aren't you afraid of dying now that you're back?"

Yuan Wenjiao immediately burst into tears and said:

"I really know I was wrong now."

Wen Zhaoye chuckled and said:

"Isn't it just that they couldn't make it outside and want to come home to continue harming us?"

Yuan Wenjiao choked on her words, then changed her tone to:

"I will pay you back the money slowly. I came back this time to see my mother."

Looking at the child in her arms, Wen Zhaoye could roughly guess the outcome, but he still spoke up:

"What do you want with her?"

“I asked her to take care of my child while I went out to earn money.”