812 Rubbing Salt Into Her Wound (3)

"Worse comes to worst, I'll just cut them up into pieces and feed them to dogs," Huo Mian then added.

Zhixin, "..."

"That sounds more like my sister."

"Haha, what is your sister like in your eyes? A domineering iron-lady?"

"Nope, a creepy murderer," Zhixin said as he ran away.

"Hey… you little scumbag, get back here! I promise I won't kick your head in! I can't believe you called me a creepy murderer, you sure have an imagination!"

After Mrs. Qin left, the atmosphere lightened up significantly…

After the neighbors consoled Huo Mian's family, they all went back to their own houses…

"Mian, come here."

"Mom…" Huo Mian walked up to his mother, whose face was pale from anger.

"That crazy bitch's words may be disgusting, but she has a point. You've been married for a while now, you guys should have a kid soon."

"I know," Huo Mian pouted.