When they opened their eyes, the three sisters of the Wen family, the murderers of the apocalypse, became the charming young ladies of the capitalist family who were about to be "educated" in the 1960s.
Looking at the activists downstairs clamoring to help them "reform their minds,"
The third child, Wen Zhixia, clenched her fists: "Sister, my fists are hard!"
The second child, Wen Yumo, wiped her eyeglasses gently and said with a smile: "Xia Xia, we want to fight with words, not with force."
The cold eldest sister Wen Tangwan nodded, and then took out three strong military crowbars from the space: "Well, using this doesn't count as a fight."
As soon as I rushed downstairs with a crowbar, I was blocked by street ladies holding a bunch of condolences: "Well... Girls, we are here to deliver subsidies to the countryside..."
