Just think of her son now.

Yang Cuicui's heart was bleeding.

I wish I could beat Chu Zheng to death immediately.

No!

Even if you beat him to death, you can't relieve your hatred.

How will her son live in the future!

"Did I say nonsense? When your son wakes up, ask him."

The girl's voice was as cold as snow in the cold winter. Everyone felt a chill in the yard and rushed straight to their foreheads.

Yang Cuicui cursed and cried loudly.

"Is there any reason for it?"

"After your parents died, we provide you with food and clothing, but you repay us like this, and you still do such a vicious thing."

"My son is like this, I won't live anymore. You can force our whole family to death..."

Yang Cuicui began to make trouble.
Chapter completed!