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Ma Xiulan could even see Su Xuewen's shadow in the sisters.

This realization sent a shiver down her spine, and she could not help but take a step back.

Just then, the courtyard door was pushed open from the outside, and two tall men strode in with purpose. When the two of them appeared, the air in the courtyard seemed to thin, as if all the oxygen was being sapped out of the atmosphere.

Shen Erkui pulled up the rear. Comprehension dawned on the faces of those present. Shen Erkui had not appeared earlier to help Su Wen because he must have known his words carried no weight, especially since he was not a member of the Su family. As this was a family matter, he would have had no right to speak.

Hence, he must have gone to fetch the only one who could: Zhou Hengyang. It had been a matter of luck, really. He had caught sight of someone driving an SUV in the village and managed to have them drive him to town to look for Su Wen's husband.