The empty hallway looked somewhat eerie.Song's mother, realizing belatedly the implications of Phoebe Conrad's earlier words, felt a surge of resentment. She started yelling at Phoebe Conrad's door."Phoebe Conrad, you get out here! You think you, a mere yellow-haired girl, can make my daughter suffer? I spit on you, you slut! Just like your dead mother, you're a slut to the bone."Hearing the abuse outside, Phoebe Conrad slowly dialed a number from inside her apartment."Phoebe, why don't we let Chou Chou bite her?" Maria Conrad, who was playing with model toys on the coffee table, suddenly suggested."Shush, Maria, don't cause trouble," Phoebe Conrad glanced at her and walked into the kitchen while making the call."Hello, property management...?"Song's mother, who was still in the middle of her tirade, was startled by the sudden appearance of two men in security uniforms."What are you shouting about!" Seeing the newcomers, Song's mother instantly shut up. Before she c
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