Sayon, the Jones Family!
With a heart-wrenching pain, Sherry Jones's pretty face twisted instantly, with a hint of pallor coming up.
At this moment, Sherry looked utterly downcast, just like a flickering candle in the wind, always on the brink of extinction.
Despite everything, Sherry was still stubbornly looking at Old Madam Jones, her eyes defiant, akin to a pair of knives, staring at the face of Old Madam Jones.
"Staring!? Dare you still? Why? Unhappy, are you!?"
Snowden Jones, seeing this, arrogantly looked down at Sherry, then slapped her pretty face again without mercy.
In an instant, several ghastly handprints appeared on Sherry's face, even causing her lips to bleed.
"Granny, are you satisfied now? Can I have my goods returned to me now?" Sherry stared at Old Madam Jones defiantly, speaking word by word.