Boom!
Outside the window, a sudden peal of thunder coincided with the sound of the door being kicked open.
Ma Zhuzi's pipe fell to the ground with a crash.
"Who is it!"
At the door, Lin Chunju stumbled in.
"Xiaofang, Xiaofang, where are you?"
Yue Jiandong, holding Yue Qingqing, hurriedly followed, with Ma Shulin standing behind him and many of the village women who loved a spectacle.
These women were all speaking at once.
"What just happened? How did it suddenly start thundering when it was clear just a moment ago?"
"It's as if the heaven is angry."
"Eh, what a strong smell of blood, did Ma Jinbao's family just slaughter a chicken?"
The leader of the women immediately realized something, "It's not a chicken, it's that this woman has just given birth."
While they chattered outside, Lin Chunju searched from one room to another and finally found the room where Yue Xiaofang was.
Ma Cuicui sat on the ground, with Li Zhaodi standing beside her, frozen like a statue.