"Old man, what are we going to do now..."
Yang Fengxiang, who was thrown into the rundown old house in Xinghua Village, began to cry: "Daya is so unfilial, she actually dumped us here. I really regret it; I shouldn't have let her survive back then. Such an unfilial, ungrateful girl should have been thrown into the pond to drown."
Chu Chengxi's face was still somewhat pale as he sat on the doorstep, deep in thought: "Old woman, actually it's not the worst situation right now."
"Not the worst? We've been thrown into the Mortal World to live as ordinary people; Daya has no heart..."
"No one is watching your antics here. Listen to me." Chu Chengxi's voice was displeased; he disliked Yang Fengxiang's noise.
