Buried Alive

Shen Yijia shuddered. Which unlucky person had been dug up by these people? They even led her here. Didn't they know that she was afraid of ghosts?

The girl had already thrown herself into the woman's arms.

"Mother, I brought her over." The young woman smiled and patted the young woman's head when she saw that the child was asking for praise. She turned to look at the other older woman. "Sister Cui."

The Sister Cui she was talking about was the former county magistrate's wife.

Madam Cui's face twisted as she looked at Shen Yijia with poisonous eyes. This b*tch was the one who killed her son.

"B*tch, do you know who I am?"

"Stop." Shen Yijia interrupted impatiently, "I'm not interested in who you are. If you want to fight, hurry up and fight. Otherwise, I'll go back."

Since she had already confirmed that her beautiful husband was not here, there was no need for her to stay any longer.