Helping You

Upon hearing his mother's words, Ma Biao, who was initially furious, suddenly deflated like a balloon. His aura weakened all of a sudden. He opened his mouth and wanted to refute it, but his throat was itchy and he couldn't say anything.

Aunt Mei was taken aback. She asked in amazement, "Do you like that woman?"

After asking this question, Aunt Mei coldly snorted and added mockingly, "Well, that woman is so beautiful. After all, don't all men prefer beautiful women?"

Ma Biao fell silent.

Aunt Mei stared at her silent son, feeling both frustrated and helpless.

Ye Ling followed Mei Lian into a simple room filled with firewood and hay. To be accurate, it couldn't be termed a room. It was more like a storage area for firewood and miscellaneous items.

Upon pushing the door open, Ye Ling was immediately greeted by a foul odor, a noxious mix of excrement, sweat, and vomit. The smell was so strong that Ye Ling almost gagged.