Was She Going to Die?

Zhao Baotian's wife, Miss Liu, was afraid that if Madam Yang pissed off Zhao Chuchu, Zhao Baotian would be bedridden for the rest of his life.

"Mom, let's head out first. She wouldn't dare to not fix Baotian's leg after taking your money." Miss Liu mustered up all her courage and dragged Madam Yang out of the room.

Madam Yang took the opportunity to leave. She didn't dare to lash out at Zhao Chuchu, so she sat at the door and started howling. "Why is god doing this to me? Why is my life so difficult? All my sons are fiends. They're sucking away my life..."

"Old hag, you better stop making noise, or I'll give you a portion of poison!" Zhao Chuchu's voice came from the room.

Madam Yang's voice was stifled. She didn't dare to make any more noise.

Zhao Baotian shrieked for another half an hour before Zhao Chuchu came out of his room.

Zhao Baofen's condition was even worse than Zhao Baotian's. Zhao Chuchu could smell rotten flesh in the air.