‘Yitong!’ A timid person like An Yirou has fallen to the ground, and tears flow out.

In comparison, Leng Jialian is strong enough, just crying and not crying.

Perhaps, sometimes, these tears are the most painful.

‘Leng Jialian, you are in pain.’ Yan spit out a few extremely cold words.

‘Ha, ha, ha’ Leng Jialian smiled bitterly, as if she was sarcastic. ‘Are you satisfied?’

‘I should have asked you this sentence back then.’ Yan coldly responded, ‘Have you ever thought about how painful it would be to a child under ten years old to suffer the blow of losing his parents? All this comes from your greed. Is money really that important? You kill people for material things. Are you satisfied?! What did you get?!!’

Faced with Yan's cold questioning, Leng Jialian was stunned. Yes, she got nothing except money. She lost her innocence when she was young, and she lost a pure heart.

‘If you can’t get Ming’s love, you will try your best to design the hurt scenes and look for those surveillance video tapes. What did you get?’ Then Yan asked again.

I got nothing and lost my cute love. Leng Jialian thought quietly in her heart.

‘Did you not wake up from Cheng Yitong’s death? You will never get what you are not yours.’

‘I am not mine after all…’ Leng Jialian muttered in a low voice.

An Yirou watched Leng Jialian slowly being told by Yan, and her hatred became deeper. She did not have the same heart as Leng Jialian. Her heart might be more terrifying than Leng Jialian. Killing her biological mother. Is it not terrible?

'Leng Jialian, wake up! Think about how his parents were tortured by them, think about who killed Yi Tong! They snatched what you deserve, and she snatched the love Ming should give you!'

An Yirou shouted hysterically there, hoping to "pull" Leng Jialian back.
Chapter completed!