Early the next morning, Lin Qiao was sweeping the yard and saw a dead rat.
At first glance, she was startled, but when she realized what it was, she turned to look at the villain pouring water into the vat, her brows furrowed, "Uncle, did you kill it?"
Song Tingfan was busy fetching water all morning and hadn't noticed the dead rat. He glanced over, his eyes brightened, and then he scratched his head, "I put rat poison out."
Afraid his sister-in-law might be scared, he quickly went over to pick it up and took it to the toilet.
If Lin Qiao knew what he was thinking, she'd probably mentally retort, "I'm not afraid of the dead rat, I'm afraid of you."
She felt a bit threatened, cough, if the villain poisoned her, she'd be dead as a doornail.
When Song Tingfan returned, she casually asked, "Uncle, is there more rat poison?"
"There's still a big bag left." Song Tingfan thought she wanted to poison more rats and nodded.
