Aunt Liu: "So..."
Liu Yumei: "Xiao Yuan, he must have encountered the same thing as Ali did back then."
Aunt Liu pursed her lips: "Damn those guys."
Liu Yumei raised her hand, the array in the room activated, isolating the sound. She didn't want Ali to hear the following words.
But outside in the yard, Uncle Qin, who was doing wood carvings, instinctively buried his head deeper.
Because he suddenly couldn't hear the movements from the room on the third floor. He knew what kind of words would be said, so he felt very guilty.
Liu Yumei spoke: "When Ali failed to Zou Jiang back then, we could chalk it up to those old enemies acting from behind. But this time, it's different.
Ali didn't succeed in Zou Jiang, shattered that spirit, tore off the last veil of dignity between the two families.
When the two families were prosperous, there weren't many enemies. Even with big grudges, one could stay relatively restrained.
