The old man looked at Chu Mu and said, "I'm looking for you to drink."
There was a rustling sound from inside the room, followed by the sound of a stool being dragged.
Bang——
Suddenly, there was a sound of a human body falling to the ground.
"Get out of here, you damn bitch!"
After the man's hoarse roar, the woman's suppressed cry was followed by a request: "Don't go... Don't drink... Save some money for the child's medical treatment..."
"Look at shit!"
The slaps landed on the woman's face, and the sound was so loud that it reached the ears of everyone outside.
"Let go of me, you bitch! Bitch!"
The slap turned into a kick.
"Please move aside." Chu Mu reached out and pushed the old man away, then stepped forward, grabbed both sides of the door panel and lifted it up.
Click.
The door, which was not strong to begin with, was completely removed.
The old man next to him had his eyes as big as copper bells.
[Oh, if I had known this door was so weak, I would have at least given it a try.]
Chu Mu threw the door panel to the open space beside him, rubbing his wrist and muttering, "Ah, it's so heavy."
Xiao Bing looked at the solid wooden door panel, then at the completely twisted iron bars remaining on both sides of the wall, and gave Chu Mu a meaningful look - how could the weak young man who couldn't even push her away that night have such divine power?
Could it be that Chu Mu was deliberately pretending to be weak before?
Did he actually like being treated that way?
The more Xiao Bing thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed. However, he couldn't help but look at Chu Mu.
Chu Mu felt Xiao Bing's gaze and turned his head silently.
Is there a conflict between being weak and unable to take care of oneself and being strong? No, um, there isn't.
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