"Don't kill my mother, please, don't kill my mother!"
It was Hei Wa.
He was desperately trying to squeeze his body through the door gap, even though his arm was scraped and bleeding, he didn't care at all.
"I won't eat Osmanthus Cake anymore, I won't eat it, please let my mother go!"
The woman's expression also became anxious, "Hei Wa, be careful, don't squeeze like that!"
"Hei Wa, go back, your mother will be fine." The woman, seeing the wound on Hei Wa's hand, turned pale with fright and kept persuading, "Mother will be alright, dear, go back now, child!"
"I won't make a fuss anymore, let me go, let go of me!"
The woman's voice was tinged with tears.
She had looked so angry before, but as soon as she saw her child's face, she immediately softened.
Su Luo didn't know what to say.
The commotion was significant; all the women and children in the house had come out.
