"Could this woman have…" Su Xuan subconsciously glanced toward the room, thinking the argument had only died down because she had killed someone.
But the scene that greeted him made his jaw drop.
A man was squatting on the ground with the effeminate young man from earlier, and together they were plucking feathers from a silkie chicken! The chicken's neck had already been slit. The blood on the woman's knife was clearly from the bird.
Are they actually going to cook and eat the chicken together? Have they really made peace?
"Who is Mr. Lyu?" a voice called out. "Please sign for your delivery."
Su Xuan's mouth twitched. His entire worldview was rocked.
"That's me, that's me!" the man immediately stood up and came over to sign for the package. He looked Su Xuan up and down. "Young man, you're quite handsome. Why don't you come in for a bit? Have some silkie chicken soup with us to build up your strength."
