"Qiao Mu, Qiao Mu!!" A dark and skinny woman screeched as she charged to the entrance, yet she was promptly whipped back inside with two cracks of the jailer's whip.
With bloodshot eyes, she fixated unwaveringly on Qiao Mu from across the wooden bars. "Qiao Mu! Do you still have a conscience! Do you still have any notions of blood relations and familial ties? Do you feel that you haven't harmed us enough? You actually want to send us away to the Northwestern Desert? You, you!!"
Qiao Mu gazed icily at that dark and skinny woman through the wooden bars. This person was precisely her long unseen Youngest Aunt-in-Law Xu Jiao. Right now, she was even more tanned and thin than when they last met, and her jaw had even sunken in.
