Wen Congyuan jerked his head up with a whoosh and glared at her darkly. "Shut up!"
Meeting her son's gloomy gaze, Old Madam Wen instinctively shuddered and hurriedly closed her mouth.
After sighing, she tiptoed out of her son's room.
She couldn't control them anymore.
They could do whatever they wanted!
*
In the room next door, 444 was watching the screen with Su Qiao.
What a scumbag. Who wanted his things?
Did he think those things could buy a person's dignity and freedom? Did he think they could let him do whatever he wanted?
And what use were those things anyway? If he had the ability, he should just give her money!
He was probably afraid that the original host would run away. Not only did he forbid her from working and going outside, he even controlled her money.
The original host had always been penniless, without even ten yuan to her name.
Afraid of arousing the neighbors' suspicion, he would occasionally give her a little money to buy groceries and show her face outside.
Even then, Old Madam Wen or Wen Congyuan would secretly follow behind her.
One reason was to test whether the original host had any intention of escaping, and the other was to keep an eye on her and prevent her from hiding money.
After her body recovered and she was no longer in pain all over, Su Qiao got out of bed, took a deep breath, picked up the heavy wooden bedside table, and wedged it behind the door.
Only after blocking the door with both bedside tables did she feel safe enough to get back into bed.
There was no need to worry. He had always slept in the room next door. He was probably afraid of exposing himself, so he had never