Chương 53: 050: None of them is a waste of paper_1

Feng Qiaoqiao was so frightened that she didn't dare to let out a breath, her face ghastly pale.

Looking at Lin Wu, she still had an air of calm about her as she spoke indifferently, "May I ask, Aunt Feng, did you hear everything I just said?!"

Although she used polite language and her tone was courteous, it sent chills down the spine.

Cold sweat broke out on Feng Qiaoqiao's forehead, "Heard, heard it."

To be born human, who isn't afraid of death?

Lin Wu had a fierce streak in her.

Even for a shrew like Feng Qiaoqiao, it scared two and a half of her three souls away.

Having heard the answer she wanted, Lin Wu calmly picked up the kitchen knife that had been stuck in the pillar and casually walked upstairs.

Watching Lin Wu's retreating figure vanish into the stairwell, Feng Qiaoqiao felt a huge weight lift from her chest, and she leaned against the wall, gasping for air as if sapped of strength.