Chronicles of Caomen

"When you tied up my father, did you give him any medicine? His lungs are not good and he can't withstand the smoke when there is a fire." The dagger was stirred slowly, her tone was too calm, as if she was chatting about everyday things, and the fat man held the man tightly. Song Yu pulled out his short sword and knelt down in front of the other person. "My mother is a woman who is soft on the outside but strong on the inside. For my father, she must have knelt on the ground and begged you like this, right?" The sharp blade gently scratched his artery. "She said next year's grapes should be even better than this year's." Her wrist suddenly exerted force. "But you ruined it."