A sudden scream of terror rang out, accompanied by the voices of Liu Haihua and the muffled pain of Wang Xueyong. Then Wang Xueyong, his eyes widening, berated in a low voice, "What the hell are you yelling for?"
"Snake! It bit you." Liu Haihua said, staring at Wang Xueyong's lower body, and in the darkness, neither of them could see the snake anymore.
Liu Haihua had managed to grab it, but she also instantly threw the snake away. Wang Xueyong's hand had been bitten, but he now bore the pain silently, yet he was infuriated by Liu Haihua's terrified voice.
Late at night, Liu Guihua had gone to her mother's home. So why were there the sounds of a woman in Wang Xueyong's house, and especially those of Liu Haihua?
"You better hide quickly." It was already too late to tell Liu Haihua to leave. Now all Wang Xueyong could think of was how to cover up the situation. Gao Guihua was not home, but his daughter was still there.
