A moment later, a sharp, breathless voice rang out from outside the courtyard gate. It was Mo Xiaosu. "Mo Xiaoqiang, why isn't the gate open? Shout louder! Tell Grandma to open up! Our cousin's here! This time, we're definitely going to beat that little bitch to death!"
Mo Xiaoqiang called out, his voice full of admiration, "Cousin! It's great that you're here! This gate is bolted shut tight. It must be Mo Xiaoman! She's got a guilty conscience and is scared, so she's hiding inside. No matter how much we yell at her, she won't come out!"
