Zhou Xiuyun

No matter how cold and mature Tang Ka and Chu Zhiyun pretended to be, they were teenagers anyway, and they could barely resist this dirty woman who happened to be a mother.

"Who… Who are you?"

After a long stun, Chu Zhiyun took a deep breath and tried to remain cold and calm. "Who else is inside? Only your daughter?"

"Yes, just me and my daughter, nobody else. We've been hungry for a long time. I could hold it back, but my daughter couldn't anymore, so I came out to look for some food for her."

The woman raised her hands pitifully. "Please spare us! Please spare my daughter!"

She staggered to the back of the cold room.

Holding their storm bolters and their daggers, Tang Ka and Chu Zhiyun stared at her and pressed close.

The frozen seafood in the stinky cold room had already turned into dirty and repulsive fluids. No wonder the child was crying out aloud.