Her attempt to eat the sacrifice was discovered just now. If the grandmother knew about it, she would probably have to break her hand. Shen Jinghua quickly knelt back on the ground and waited in fear.
After a while, the sound of footsteps sounded in his ears again. Shen Jinghua listened carefully and found that it was the footsteps of a child.
She turned back and stared at the door. The child paused at the door for a moment, and then pushed the door open. He was a boy about ten years old, with handsome features, but his face was a bit pale and his body was a bit thin. He seemed to be in poor health. He was wearing gorgeous clothes. It wasn't what she cared about, what she cared about was that her eyes were tightly fixed on the chicken drumstick in his hand that was glowing with seductive oil.
