Mrs. Jia sat by the doorway stitching a shoe sole. When she saw Chen Mo returning with his bicycle, her triangular eyes were filled with venom.
"You heartless little beast, may you meet a miserable end," Mrs. Jia spat out, her mouth itching to curse.
Chen Mo cast a glance at Mrs. Jia. Since someone had just died in that old woman’s household, and her grandson wasn't even her own blood, Chen Mo couldn't be bothered to pay her any mind.
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