Long Yinxiao's gun was already out of bullets, and he smashed the gun onto the woman in the painting.
"She's just a bitch! A slut! I hate her! I wish I could kill her!"
The man's violent roar echoed, while Lu Xiaoyou knelt on the ground. She knew very little about Long Yuan's women and didn't understand what kind of person Long Yinxiao and Long Yinghua's mother was.
The woman who raised the peculiar Long Yinxiao and Long Yinghua, their mother might just be a big weirdo too.
"Second Master, it's thundering and raining outside," Lu Xiaoyou said softly, "I hate thunderstorms the most."
"I hate thunderstorms too," Long Yinxiao murmured.
Hearing him say this, Lu Xiaoyou supported herself on the ground with her hands, showing interest in the man, "Why do you hate them? I hate thunderstorms because a lightning bolt killed me."
Long Yinxiao's deep brown eyes gazed at her, not finding anything wrong with what Lu Xiaoyou said.
