Mom, is this woman no longer good?
It hurts, it hurts like hell.
Lin Wanxing felt as if his head had been hit with a hammer, his temples were pounding, and his throat was so dry that it was smoking. She wanted to open her mouth to call someone, but she found that she couldn't use the strength, and even her eyelids felt like lead.
Drowsily, voices came to my ears.
"Mom, is this woman dying? Why is she lying motionless?"
"Don't talk nonsense, she can't die. If she dies, how can we get your uncle's pension? Keep an eye on me, and come and claim it as soon as possible when someone wakes up."
"I know, I know, what should I do with those two little brats? They cry at home every day. They're annoying to death."
"Just cry if you want. Ke Daddy's stuff is just like their short-lived ghost mother. Let's go, go back to eat, why are you guarding this unlucky place?"
The footsteps faded away, and the door was slammed.
