"At least you're sensible. Let's go!" At this moment, Meng Ku was being beaten to death. Li Routing quickly sent him to the hospital. Li Routing was so regretful that she let herself be greedy, let herself be too sentimental, and framed Meng Cong. Meng Ku was innocent. If she didn't know Shen Mijie, then these things wouldn't happen again, and Meng Ku wouldn't have been beaten by others. They all blamed me and blamed me.
The current Li Routing, ah, wanted to cry but had no tears. She didn't want to stay in this city, and she couldn't stay any longer either. The headline headlines of the posters were the photos of her and Meng Qi. If she stayed in this city, she would be shameless, but Meng Cong wouldn't be able to survive, and she would be drowned by people's spittle.
"How's Meng Cong?"
