บท 103: Eternal Prison

46 raised a skeptical brow and replied with a deadpan tone, "Which part of my sentence do you still not understand? I thought I have made myself clear."

Song Zhuyu hurriedly held up a hand while coughing, choking on the small piece of candy that nearly went down the wrong pipe. He crushed it between his teeth and spat out the stick, but unfortunately before he could gather his thoughts to respond, the front door to the house behind them swung open, revealing Tan Jiahu's features which, albeit extremely ashen and stricken with grief, had gained a semblance of alert and clarity.

"Mr. Song…?"

In an instant, Song Zhuyu adjusted his expression and ignored the grim reaper beside him, offering a polite nod to the older woman. "Yes, Mrs. Ma? Do you need something?"