The basket of sweet potato chips in Song Yaoyao's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
Sweet potato slices were scattered all over the floor.
His legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.
The fire she started not only caused Zhou Jiuzhen to be burned and Zhao Jingxiang to be burned, but also burned Ling Huanwu, who was rushing to save the goods.
But no one had anticipated that Zhou Shuyao would get into trouble.
She clearly put water laced with sleeping pills next to him, how could he possibly wake up and go to the fire?
After settling the three children in, Song Yaoyao simmered a pot of bone broth on the stove and put it in a thermos, preparing to take it to the city hospital to see Zhou Shuyao the next morning.
She knocked on the door of the old lady next door and asked her to look after the triplets for one night.
Although no one liked her, the triplets were just too cute, so the old lady next door agreed.
Looking at the triplets squatting in the yard next door, Song Yaoyao's eyes stung with tears. She quietly gripped the knife in her sleeve and headed straight for the widower's house at the east end of Stone Village.
The widower's family lived in a remote area.
Outside the dilapidated stone house, Niu Shazi stood at the doorway, counting the stars in the sky while chewing on a blade of grass.
Every time the woman inside cried out sweetly, he would count a star.
Even after he fell asleep on the bamboo chair outside, the noise inside the house never stopped.
Song Yaoyao looked at the old, worn-out clock on the wall with great anxiety.
Finally, the old widower lay motionless on top of her, muttering to himself, "Little sister, don't worry, I won't betray you!"
The next second, a flash of cold light appeared.
While he was exhausted, Song Yaoyao secretly took out a small knife hidden in the clothes she had taken off and stabbed the old widower in the neck.
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