"You know!" You know..." Jia Xinmei was a little angry. He waved his hand randomly in mid-air and finally landed beside him weakly." You want to infuriate me to death!"
Jia Xinmei stood up and went upstairs.
The Sheng Mucheng in the study's swivel chair looked haggard and haggard. The desk in front of him was covered with photos of the Tang Yannuan who had been in prison. Jia Xinmei looked over and his eyes were dripping with blood. It was a horrible sight!
"Son, don't look at this anymore!"
As he spoke, Jia Xinmei began to tidy up the photos, but Sheng Mucheng spoke like a ghost," Don't touch my things!"
Jia Xinmei froze in an instant. Looking at Sheng Mucheng disheartened look, her heart ached." Son, she's already dead!" "That's just a robot!"
"So what?" Sheng Mucheng asked coldly.
