The middle-aged man took out the key and braced himself to open the door.
The moment Lu Miao entered the room, she saw a huge aura of resentment that almost enveloped the entire house.
The living room was in a mess. An auntie in plain clothes was pacing around the kitchen door anxiously.
One of her hands still had bloody teeth marks.
The resentment seeped into her body through the wound on her hand.
Through the door, there was a faint clanging sound coming from the kitchen.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, the auntie turned to look at the uncle anxiously. " How is it? Did you buy the small pouch?
Mumu's condition couldn't be delayed any longer."
The uncle quickly went forward and grabbed her hand. " Mumu bit you again? " Why are your hands cold?"
"I'm fine. Where's the small pouch?" The auntie looked anxious.