Madam Hou's voice was hoarse, "Why don't you strangle me?"
"Just strangle me!"
The woman lying on the ground shouted, her face filled with a crazed look, her voice hoarse, like a worm crawling out from the dirt, struggling and growling.
The emerald necklace slipped from her neck, hanging on the filthy floor.
In this low house, the light was dim, and the air was filled with the stench of decay, especially the layers of black grime on the floor that smeared the clothes of Madam Hou, worth tens of thousands.
Hou Tingfu stood in front of Madam Hou, looking at the woman spread awkwardly on the ground.
The tips of her neat short hair fell on Hou Tingfu's face, her expression cold and frosty, she hated this woman in front of her.
If she could foresee the future, she should have killed this woman when she was 8 or 9 years old!
At such a young age, she wouldn't have been sentenced for murder, right?
But at that time, she chose to protect her younger brother.
