Chapter 318: Takeout (Part Two)

The middle-aged woman, apparently accustomed to being scolded at home, had no thought of talking back. She ran off, silent as a cicada in winter, picked up the teapot, and hurried into the kitchen.

The sound of water pouring soon followed as she quickly dumped all the hot, steaming tea into the kitchen sink.

"Is it all poured out?" the man yelled from the main room.

"It's all poured out, not a drop left," the woman hastily responded, afraid that the man would come to check. She turned her head toward the kitchen door and saw that he had not entered.

But in the moment she turned her head, from among the tea pouring down the sink drain, a finger emerged, its fingernail broken and cracked, the dried blood caked on the pad.

However, as the tea crazily poured into the drain, the finger only stuck out for about a second before it disappeared with the flowing tea deep into the drain.