"Song Qianyan, you're shameless; you heaven-cursed, hell-bound wretch! Don't you know you can't kill your own chickens? That's my old hen you're killing—laying eggs, you heartless..."
"And you! Does the Liu family owe you or something? All you know is eat, eat, eat, and you specifically target the old hen. You don't even flinch."
Liu Wenbin's face also looked bad; he was already angry because Qiann Yan didn't leave them any lunch.
And now knowing that Qiann Yan slaughtered his family's old hen made him even angrier.
"Little Han, do you still want to live like this? If you let your mom keep causing trouble like this, we're bound to be done for sooner or later."
