Guan Ailan frowned. "A human life is at stake. Why didn't anyone report it?"
"Report what? Nowadays, none of the adults in the village are willing to set foot in Liu Fengying's yard. Screams of murder and abuse, along with constant crying and wailing, are considered normal over there. No one on the outside really knows what happens. Liu Fengying takes the body out and buries it herself. Even if the children see something and kick up a fuss, by the time they do, several days have gone by and there's no evidence left. Besides, nobody wants to meddle in her family's business."
"That venomous woman, Liu Fengying, clearly hasn't suffered enough. Wasn't Mo Xiaohua her own daughter? And yet she harbors and protects a murderer like Wu Qin."
