Yuan Tiantian clenched her fist tightly, with bloodshot eyes.
The Yuan Clan has fallen to such a state.
All thanks to that ancestor of ours.
Anyone would harbor hatred, wouldn't they?
"She's dead..." Mo Lin said coldly.
"Does saying she's dead solve the problem?"
Yuan Tiantian, with red-rimmed eyes, wailed at Mo Lin, "Do you know what kind of life we are living?"
"You certainly don't. Let me show you."
With that, Yuan Tiantian led Mo Lin to a household nearby.
"Bang!"
Yuan Tiantian swung her fist and hit the door hard.
Soon, the door was opened.
An old man slowly opened the door.
His hair was white with age. The moment he saw Yuan Tiantian, he exclaimed.
"Number 63?"
The old man quickly grabbed Yuan Tiantian's wrist, afraid she might escape.
"Old woman, come quickly! Number 63 is here."
As his voice dropped,
An old lady with white hair hurriedly ran out with a kitchen knife.
The moment she saw Yuan Tiantian, she showed a touch of joy in her eyes.
