"Ah Zhe, what do you want to eat tonight? Mom will take you out to eat."
"Anything's fine, whatever you want."
"You're just like your dad when you speak."
"Uh... how about mutton hotpot?"
"Okay."
"..."
Watching Xia Shiyue and Sun Zhe leave, Zhou Yao's face showed a smile, feeling happy for them.
But thinking about his own broken family, his heart also felt bitter.
It wasn't until the figures of the mother and son had completely disappeared from sight that he collected his thoughts and looked down at Li Zhenzhu on the ground.
Xia Shiyue's strike had severely injured Li Zhenzhu, severing her meridians, leaving her completely harmless.
"Old witch, I'll send you down to repent to the spirits of my Zhou Family!"
Li Zhenzhu moved her frail body on the ground with difficulty, blood gushing from her nose and mouth, barely breathing.
She wasn't afraid of death, nor did she beg for mercy, only looked at Zhou Yao with eyes of pity and mockery,
"What do you mean?"
