The first reaction was naturally disbelief, and the implication between the words was that if Song Xiaoyin wanted to deceive him, they should say something more believable, right?
His own woman, the one he cuddles with every night, does he not know if it's a man or a woman?
Song Xiaoyin had encountered many people like Ma Daha before, those who wouldn't shed tears until they see the coffin.
Without much redundant talk, he took him directly to see Yang's wife. Seeing Yang's wife's makeup was all messed up, and half of her chest was trampled, Ma Daha's first reaction was to rub his eyes, and the second was to feel distressed.
Your own delicate woman, whom you hold in the palm of your hand, tortured like this, wouldn't any man feel heartache?
Song Xiaoyin naturally didn't miss Ma Daha's expression. With a glance, his subordinate efficiently tore half of Yang's wife's garment, revealing an obvious Adam's apple and a flat chest.
