"Ah ah ah! Where did this little shrew come from? Mother, come save me, I'm about to collapse!"
Xia Hen really felt like dying. Just a second ago, he was comfortably sleeping in bed, and suddenly this shrew dashed in, wielding a sword and wanting to kill him.
Who did he offend? Could it be that sleeping in his own home could be life-threatening?
While escaping, Xia Hen even wondered if he hadn't come home for too long and his parents had moved away?
No way, his room was still the way he left it, even the novel he hid under the pillow hadn't been touched!
Then who is this ferocious little shrew?
"Hmph! Still have the nerve to call for your mother? Even if you call for your father, it won't help! Flower Thief, watch my sword!"
"Ah ah ah, not looking not looking!"
