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Hu Xiang's breathing stagnated. Grandpa, could it be that Grandpa was torturing Xiaoyu?

With this thought in mind, Hu Xiang couldn't help but wonder whether Xiaoyu's pain was related to her great-grandfather.

"No." Hu Xiang didn't want to believe that the great grandfather would hurt Xiaoyu. "The great grandfather passed away many years ago. He never saw Xiaoyu. He wouldn't hurt her."

He denied that the grandfather had hurt Xiaoyu, but he knew in his heart that if Xiaoyu met the grandfather downstairs, given the grandfather's personality, he would definitely beat Xiaoyu.

When my great-grandfather was alive, he held a whip and beat anyone who disobeyed him.

Pi Han glared at Hu Xiang fiercely, "Get out of the way! I'm telling you, if it was your great-grandfather who hurt Xiao Yu, I'd dig up his grave."

Hu wanted to know that his wife was very angry, and he was angry too!

"If Grandpa hurts Xiaoyu, you don't have to dig the grave. I'll do it first."

Whether it was the grandfather who hurt Xiaoyu or not depends on what the master says.

Su Ning clicked her tongue. "As for this matter, your daughter is his servant. It's not objectionable for him to teach a servant a lesson."

Hu Xiang and Pi Han: “!!!”

The daughter works as a servant for her great-grandfather!

How could their daughter be a servant when she had never even picked up a toy?

Pi Han got angry, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there was a strong murderous look in her eyes.

"Fuck your father! I'm going to dig up your grave and whip your corpse!"

Pi Han did what she said. She had lost her mind. Her beloved daughter was treated like a servant, beaten and scolded by others. She was so angry that she was about to burn herself to death. She needed an outlet to vent her anger.

Hu Xiang stood there at a loss, jumping up and down anxiously.

After thinking about it, he made up his mind and said, "I'll go find some tools."

"Wait." The couple were impetuous and would act immediately. Su Ning stopped them and said, "Before you dig the grave, first dig out the clothes and bowl in front of the grave."

She added, "It's your daughter's old clothes and bowl."

Pi Han's head felt like it was hit by a stick, and everything went black before her eyes.

His voice was hoarse, and he fell to his knees. "The child's old clothes and bowls?"

How come there are children’s old clothes and bowls?

Hu Xiang's face turned pale. His great-grandfather had been dead for more than 20 years and his grave was not here before.

The great grandfather couldn’t bury the children’s old clothes and bowls, only the living.

Someone who has access to the child’s old clothes and bowls.

Using the process of elimination, a person's figure appeared in my mind.

Hu Xiang shook his head, his face pale and bloodless, "No, it can't be her."

Pi Han stood up, gritted her teeth and pushed Hu Xiang down. She roared, "It's your mother, that old witch."

"No, it can't be her." Hu Xiang hugged his head, "There must be a misunderstanding. Don't jump to conclusions yet."

"There is no misunderstanding." Pi Han smiled bitterly, his eyes full of disappointment.

At this time, her husband, the father of her child, did not stand by her unconditionally and firmly.

There was a dirt road in front of the grave. Pi Han lowered his head and cried, digging the soil with all his strength.

"Ah Han." Hu Xiang couldn't bear to see Pi Han get hurt. Even though it was just mud, digging with bare hands would still hurt him. "I'll do it."

Pi Han pretended not to hear. Hu Xiang didn't dare to make Pi Han angry again, so he dug the soil silently.

Pi Han's voice was icy. "We both live in the city. Xiaoyu only returns to your hometown when the moon is full, and that's the only time."

When she left, she took all of Xiaoyu's clothes.

"Since Xiaoyu was three years old, your mother has come to the city for a month every year. She is the only one in your family who can touch Xiaoyu's clothes and get Xiaoyu's clothes."

"Oh, I forgot, there's you too." Pi Han looked at Hu Xiang with cold eyes.

"You were able to get Xiaoyu's clothes too. If it wasn't your mother, could it be you?"

Hu Xiang's ten fingers were worn out and bleeding from digging, but his fingers were connected to his heart, so he couldn't feel the pain.

It turns out that words are more torturous than torture. Hearing this, he smiled bitterly and said, "I am her father."