Listening to Xiao Feng finish, you and Wu Qiyi exchange a glance, suddenly feeling that this madman's words really seem to make sense.
"Maybe, possibly, should be just like that," you say to Wu Qiyi.
Wu Qiyi also nods, "When I was little, I heard my mother mention, she said she didn't want to repeat the same mistake, to marry a man she didn't love like my grandmother did; and every year on Reunion Night, my grandmother would stand on the hill, gazing steadily at the southern sky."
"Reunion Night?" You're startled, then you say, "Isn't that Grandpa En's birthday and memorial day?"
Xiao Feng snaps his fingers, "Alright, that matter is straightened out; now, next, we have to study that son of a bitch Cen Jinghua."
"What's there to study about that kind of person? I'll just find a few guys to bury him alive, then go all out against the Cen Family. In less than half a year, the Cen Family will disappear from the upper echelons of society."