"What's wrong? Don't scream. Even if you scream, you can't go out." The old lady glanced at her with a contemptuous look and mumbled. Then she snorted and entered the room.
Shen Jingli watched her feet enter the room and then raised her head. She gently exhaled, as if she had been granted amnesty. Shen Jingli rolled her eyes. "Crazy woman, who do you think you are? How dare you be so fierce to me." Shen Jingli stared at the bamboo house with hatred, as if he was facing a great enemy. "I, Shen Jingli, am destined to be a free bird and a part of the sky. Do you think that you can defeat me with just a few pieces of bamboo? I will definitely go out."
In his heart, Shen Jingli hated the old woman very much. She kept a cold face every day, just like how I borrowed your rice and shivered you.
