Looking at Song Chunhua like this, Wang Yongzhu was momentarily at a loss for words.
At this moment, Song Chunhua was probably a rational, calm madwoman.
Fortunately, Song Chunhua laughed for a while and then suddenly stopped, her eyes becoming blank again.
She lowered her head, muttering something to herself.
With Wang Yongzhu's hearing, she could barely make out some fragmented words: "...sorry to you... mother will take them away for you... no one will hinder you anymore..."
Wang Yongzhu gave Song Chunhua a deep look, but she never lifted her head again.
Taking a step forward, Wang Yongzhu leaned close to Song Chunhua's ear.
You could see the veins in Song Chunhua's tense neck bulging, yet she was still trying hard to control herself, her body involuntarily shaking, and her hands instinctively clenching.
"If you want to survive, then go mad!" whispering softly into Song Chunhua's ear, Wang Yongzhu swiftly stepped back.
