Before he could finish, Shen Yijia kicked him again.
She didn't know where she kicked, but she vaguely heard a crack.
Shen Pingxiu cried out in pain and curled up into a ball.
"How dare you!"
Even if she couldn't see his expression, she could imagine that it must be twisted.
Shen Yijia raised her leg to kick again, but she stopped when she thought of something. She squatted down and dragged the sack to Madam Wang's tombstone.
She reached out to untie the sack, but then she remembered that the person inside was naked, so she tore open a hole in the bottom of the sack.
Shen Yijia grabbed Shen Pingxiu's hair and let his head fall out.
Shen Pingxiu was about to turn around and see who dared to treat him like this when his head was held down by a strong hand.
The words "Tomb of the Shen family's deceased wife, Ruxuan" were reflected in his eyes.
Shen Pingxiu's pupils constricted as he asked in fear, "Who are you?"
