GBT Chapter 42
by VolareThe conversation involved his older brother who had passed away many years ago.
The younger aunt was a photographer. During her material-gathering trips, she inadvertently found his older brother’s illegitimate son. She excitedly recounted the process from suspicion to confirmation, to disbelief, to joy, and her eyes reddened several times.
After Qi Yi Liao listened, he looked at his nephew, who was in his early twenties and sturdily built, with a kind smile, and said, “You’ve suffered.”
The nephew had a deadpan face, without any joy or sorrow.
It was only two or three seconds later, he received a phone call, and all his composure vanished instantly. He stood up, bumped into a corner of the table, and ran out.
—Like a stray dog that has lost its master.
Qi Yi Liao’s slightly scattered thoughts instantly gathered together after hearing what the Old Lady said, concentrating on the nerve endings of his body: “Old Madam, what did you just say?”
The Old Lady repeated the story of the Qi family’s youngest son’s death, Jiao Bai’s fate, and the Master’s prediction: “I let Shen Er’an go to West City. Give your people a heads-up and have them take care of Jiao Bai.”
Qi Yi Liao said with some difficulty, “Old Madam, Old Shen still needs to talk to me about this.”
“Isn’t that unnecessary?” The Old Lady was supervising the servants cleaning the ancestral hall. Her youngest son had been reckless and even dared to smash this place. Even after taking medicine, her blood pressure was still high, and she was tired. Her old age was more pronounced than usual, and her loose eye bags were dark. “This isn’t a big deal, is it enough for me to tell you?”
“Old Madam.”
Qi Yi Liao patiently explained, “I understand your feelings, and I also understand your worries and importance as a mother, but that child Jiao Bai was left with me by Old Shen. I must ask Old Shen what he thinks. I hope you can understand.”
The Old Lady hung up the phone. She sat in the wheelchair for a while, and the Buddhist beads in her hand suddenly snapped open.
The servants cleaning the messy ancestral hall all stopped what they were doing, not daring to breathe loudly.
“Pick them up.” The Old Lady’s withered hands trembled non-stop.
The servants obeyed the order and immediately went to find the Buddhist beads that had rolled onto the ground.
The Old Lady’s chest rose and fell erratically, her breathing was not smooth, her face turned purple, and her whole body shivered.
The housekeeper hurriedly brought water and medicine.
After taking the medicine, the Old Lady felt a little better, and her breathing became much smoother. Thinking of something, she clenched the few Buddhist beads in her hand.
One by one, how come they all act strangely when that Jiao Bai is involved…
Could he be a demon?
The Old Lady chanted a few scriptures. Her youngest son would have a disastrous second half of his life and she needed to rely on his fate to suppress it.
Although he had to be kept alive,
Once he entered the Shen family, he had to follow the family rules and would not be allowed to cause trouble!
Qi Yi Liao leaned against the leather brown chair back, his gaze falling on the half glass of wine. He suddenly leaned forward, closer, the halo of light projected by the bright red wine was reflected in his eyes, blurry and eerie.
The phone lay quietly on the sofa.
Qi Yi Liao stared at the wine like this. He seemed to see something amazing through it, and found it very interesting. Until the phone vibrated.
This call was from Shen Ji. In the study, he snapped his golf club, injuring the web between his thumb and index finger, and his fingers were full of bright red stickiness.
“Did the Old Lady call you?” Shen Ji asked with a low gasp.
“Yes.” Qi Yi Liao picked up his wine glass and gently shook it. “Old Shen, what do you mean?”
Shen Ji said, “Don’t let him go.”
Qi Yi Liao didn’t ask why, just smiled and sipped his wine: “Okay.”
There was no sound from Shen Ji.
“What’s the situation with the death of the Qi family’s youngest son?” Qi Yi Liao asked.
Shen Ji seemed a little distracted: “It won’t make waves.”
“There are many people who covet that position next to you. It’s inevitable that some of them will be muddleheaded or bewitched.” Qi Yi Liao teased, “Why don’t you follow the Old Lady’s wishes this time, bring him back, and don’t let that position be empty, so as to avoid things like today from happening again.”
Shen Ji’s heart was scratched by the words “bewitched” in his old friend’s words. He sneered: “It has to be a person sitting there. A dog doesn’t have the qualifications.”
Qi Yi Liao sighed: “Alright, as you wish.”
The old friend didn’t give any opinions, and Shen Ji inexplicably felt uncomfortable, as if he had suppressed a breath he wanted to exhale but couldn’t find a place to exhale. He wiped the blood from his hands with a handkerchief: “What are you doing abroad?”
Qi Yi Liao pinched the bridge of his nose: “Recognizing relatives.”
“What kind of relatives are you recognizing?” Shen Ji was slightly surprised. Did the Qi family have any relatives that required his old friend to personally make a trip?
Qi Yi Liao said: “Nephew.”
He nestled into the sofa, crossed his legs, his posture casual and elegant: “Speaking of which, my newly recognized nephew has some connection with the Qi family.”
Shen Ji was uninterested: “How so?”
“He is proficient in close combat and marksmanship, and his skills are outstanding. He is currently the personal bodyguard of the Qi family’s youngest son. If he hadn’t come to England to recognize relatives, or had been a day later, his master probably wouldn’t have had an accident.” Qi Yi Liao shook his head. “This is one thing after another, just so coincidentally avoiding a total collapse. Don’t you think it’s like fate?”
Shen Ji slowed down the speed of wiping the blood from his fingers.
The Old Lady said she believed in Buddhism and fate, and his old friend also mentioned fate. Shen Ji’s face was black and blue. Could he not get around it?
“I’m hanging up.” Shen Ji said, “I’ll talk to you when you return to China.”
Before he finished speaking, his old friend’s shout came from the phone, “Old Shen.”
“Are you really going to leave him with me and not care?” Qi Yi Liao asked with a smile, “Weren’t you jealous of him before?”
“That was just novelty. The enthusiasm has passed.” Shen Ji said indifferently and impatiently, “If you’re interested, use him. If you’re not interested, kick him out. It’s up to you.”
The call ended. Qi Yi Liao put down his phone and tapped his leg a few times. He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. It seemed that the two sips of wine were brewed just right and suited his taste. He was in a good mood.
Not long after, the phone rang again. It was Shen Ji. He said, “Let him go after all.”
The air around Qi Yi Liao seemed to freeze because of these abrupt words.
“Huh?” Qi Yi Liao made a sound with a bit of surprised laughter. “Why?”
Shen Ji pressed the wound on the web of his thumb and index finger, his cold, bloodshot eyes staring at the blood beads: “My son is very active. He’s already on the road. He’ll be in West City by dawn. Let him bring the little dog back.”
Qi Yi Liao’s tone was full of doubt: “Why the change of heart again?”
“If I don’t bring him back, the Old Lady won’t give up.” Shen Ji increased the force on the knuckles pressing the wound, and blood gushed out. He used that pain to suppress something, and said coldly and annoyedly, “Just let her have her way.”
“Old Shen, calm down, and don’t argue with the Old Lady. She’s getting old.” Qi Yi Liao’s back left the sofa, and he sat up, looking quite happy. “Then I’ll go directly to your place when I return to China and drink your wedding wine.”
“He’s just a dog, but he grew a mouthful of blood-stained sharp teeth. He dared to plot against me. Let the Old Lady slowly grind them down. I don’t want to bother with it.” Shen Ji said with disgust, and wiped the blood from the web of his thumb and index finger onto his trousers. “There are plenty of obedient children. I don’t need to make trouble for myself.”
“That’s true.” Qi Yi Liao responded to his old friend with a few words and hung up. He sat for a while, and then realized that he was holding a wine glass and the wine had spilled all over him.
Qi Yi Liao put down the empty wine glass and walked steadily upstairs. He took a set of change of clothes into the bathroom.
He stayed for one or two hours.
He came out ice cold, and the blood in his vessels was frozen. But his expression was peaceful.
——As if he had received a baptism.
All the dark, dirty, twisted things were flushed into the sewer.
Qi Yi Liao didn’t wipe the water off his body. He brought a strong, damp air into the room and dialed a number: “A Zhen.”
Zhang Zhen was watching a few brothers play cards, and his mind was full of his netizen little brother. He kicked away a brother’s foot that was blocking the middle of the road, took his phone, and went behind a pillar: “Third Brother, what’s up?”
“The Shen family just called.” Qi Yi Liao briefly recounted what had happened. “Tell him the situation in South City and see what he chooses.”
When the water from Qi Yi Liao’s hair wet his shoulders, the phone rang.
“Third Brother, Jiao Bai said he wants to go back to South City.” Zhang Zhen said on the other end.
Qi Yi Liao’s action of stroking the sculpture on the bedside table paused slightly: “Wants to go back?”
“Yes, that’s what he said.” Zhang Zhen said.
“Heh,” Qi Yi Liao slowly laughed, shaking his head with an ambiguous expression, “Then let him go back.”
On the West City side, Zhang Zhen frowned at the phone that was suddenly hung up. Third Brother’s smile just now was a little strange. Didn’t he want Jiao Bai to leave?
Impossible.
Jiao Bai’s voice was just so-so, ten thousand miles worse than Jiang Yan.
Zhang Zhen didn’t understand what Third Brother had heard, things that others couldn’t read.
Moreover, since Third Brother agreed to let him go, it meant that he was just interested, not irreplaceable.
Zhang Zhen walked to the young man lying flat on the bed: “Do you know what situation you will face when you go back?”
Jiao Bai’s quilt covered him up to his neck, only revealing his head. His face was wooden and stiff, and his eyeballs didn’t even turn. The whole person was like he was possessed.
Qi Shuang is dead? How did Qi Shuang die? He actually died. How could he die…
Jiao Bai had previously been confused by the plot brought about by the butterfly effect, but this time he was truly dumbfounded. Qi Shuang was the longest, from beginning to end, shit-stirrer in “Broken Wings”, making the fans of the real CP gnash their teeth, but he was still the most successful cannon fodder with a group of mother fans’ delusional patients because of his cute and childish appearance. He went offline too early, right?
Too suddenly.
Liang Dong’s older sister was Qi Zi Zhi’s ex-girlfriend in the original work, and her role was very, very small, almost only appearing in the narration. Later, Liang Dong broke with Shen Er’an, and in order to compete for Li Jue, he dragged down the company. The older sister asked Qi Zi Zhi to save the Liang family, and that was how she got a scene. She was a female supporting character whose appearance was below average in the comic, but her temperament was not bad.
Now she actually liked Old Shen Dog, and her preferences have changed drastically.
Jiao Bai couldn’t understand. That woman didn’t want Qi Shuang to register with Shen Ji, so she thought of a way to delay him so that he couldn’t attend on time, but it wasn’t enough to kill him, right?
Qi Shuang was not an unloved child of the Qi family. Liang Dong’s older sister wanted his life. She wouldn’t not know that she had to put her life and the entire Liang family on the line.
Is there anything else going on here?
Jiao Bai put his hand under the quilt on his stomach and tapped it gently. The Qi family will naturally investigate that part of the possibility, and it’s not his turn to worry about it.
What is confusing now is that Qi Shuang is dead.
The little young master took it upon himself to be Shen Er’an’s spy, long-term lurking and unscrupulously stealing Shen Ji’s confidential documents and sending them to Shen Er’an, angering the Old Lady to death, repeatedly hurting Li Jue, indirectly leading to Shen Ji being deprived of power and being miserable in middle age, killing his older brother and second brother, harming the Qi family, causing the knight who had been secretly in love with him for many years to die without a whole body to save him, and his ending was lifelong disability.
Now he is dead.
His side branch is broken, and the parts of the main line that are affected will disappear along with it.
Jiao Bai couldn’t digest this development in a short time. The butterfly effect was so strong. How much effect could the golden finger he obtained by relying on the original work still have?
Zhang Zhen was still nagging by the bed: “I’m talking to you.”
“I’m listening.” Jiao Bai shrank into the quilt.
Zhang Zhen had the illusion of educating his younger brother. His younger brother was still a naughty one, disobedient, and dared to turn the roof upside down.
He even dared to play with President Shen, even more powerful than his fists.
“The Qi family will vent their anger on you, and the Old Lady will give you education lessons to make you abide by the family rules.”
Zhang Zhen told him one by one: “President Shen’s mistresses will try to persuade him not to let you go home. The direct and collateral relatives of the Shen family will secretly make things difficult for you, this empty shell of a Shen Madam. The Liang family may also blame you after being forced to a dead end.”
“Only one person will stand by you, and that is Shen Young Master, who is also unwelcome in the Shen family.” Zhang Zhen revealed the cruel reality: “But he can’t always advance and retreat with you. Your identities and positions are destined to be so.”
Jiao Bai pointed to the fruit plate on the bedside table: “Do you want to eat grapes? Seedless.”
Zhang Zhen’s beautiful and neat face turned blue.
Jiao Bai rubbed the bed sheet and sat up a little, leaning on the head of the bed for a while before opening the quilt and getting out of bed. While putting on his slippers, he thought, it’s still useful to drop the mask, otherwise he wouldn’t have heard so much nagging.
“You are simply!”
Zhang Zhen didn’t finish his words. He panted a few times and walked away angrily.
Simply what? Simply hopeless, courting death.
These were the words Zhang Zhen didn’t say.
Jiao Bai entered the cloakroom next to him and muttered, looking at the neatly hung clothes: “I only wore one set of clothes when I came here, how come there are so many now?”
Zhang Zhen’s lukewarm voice came from behind: “Didn’t my Third Brother have someone prepare them for you?”
He was chased away, but he came back again. His face was still blue.
“Ah, yes.” Jiao Bai turned around and smiled at him, “Then thank your Third Brother for me.”
Jiao Bai casually took two sets of clothes and stuffed them into a cloth bag: “The next time we meet, I’ll thank him in person again.”
Zhang Zhen folded his two strong arms in front of his chest, his jaw tight, and he didn’t say a word. He didn’t want to care, he really didn’t want to care, but he couldn’t help it.
Is this a masochist?
Zhang Zhen looked at the young man packing his luggage. He bit his teeth, really wanting to ask: Did you deliberately approach me at first, or did you add the wrong person?
“The people from the Shen family won’t be here so soon, why are you in such a hurry?”
Jiao Bai looked at Zhang Zhen’s profile picture.
The color blocks were all erected, neatly divided into four groups, facing him, as if staring silently.
And Zhang Zhen’s activity level with him was 19.7. After dropping the mask, it directly rose to this number. Even though Zhang Zhen didn’t intend to come clean with him.
“If you were me, what would you choose?” Jiao Bai suddenly asked.
Zhang Zhen was stunned: “Me,”
He looked at Jiao Bai, and after holding it back for a long time, he gave a cold snort: “I wouldn’t be you, this assumption is not valid.”
Jiao Bai blinked playfully, still acting serious, actually it’s just unsolvable, right.
Zhang Zhen’s face flushed red.
Jiao Bai found his socks and put them on. He had originally planned that when Shen Ji sent someone to pick him up, Zhang Zhen, this netizen with a little humanity, would help him block it for the sake of the several months of chatting online.
Wait until the Old Shen Dog comes in person, the 0.01 activity level is filled, and it reaches 50 or above before he goes back.
At that time, he wouldn’t panic either. First, there was the activity level as a guarantee, and second, Shen Old Dog married Qi Shuang, who secretly stirred up trouble, so it would be enough of a headache to deal with the Old Lady who firmly believed in fate, not to mention other mistresses to manage. He was very busy, and even the little time outside of work wasn’t enough, so how could he bother to torture him.
Who knew that Qi Shuang was dead, and the Master had fallen into the hands of the Old Lady!
Double disaster, the sky is falling and the earth is cracking.
Jiao Bai changed from a jinx back to a lucky star, replacing Qi Shuang and becoming the only existence regarded by the Old Lady as his little son’s life-saving talisman.
Then the people he had to deal with would not only be Shen Old Dog, but also the Old Lady, who recited scriptures but had a vicious heart, and the entire undercurrent of the Shen family.
What if he doesn’t go back?
He has no backer, no background, no immortal magic weapons, and cannot turn into a butterfly and fly away, so he can only face the difficulties head-on.
Jiao Bai ignored Zhang Zhen’s gaze and sat on a small stool, bent his legs, pulled up his socks. Qi Yi Liao could deal with the Old Lady, crushing her.
But Qi Yi Liao’s current activity level with him is less than 10, and his interest is not big enough. At most, he will feel a little unhappy when he is about to be taken to the Shen family. That is the irritability that he has to find a reciter again, which has nothing to do with him personally.
Qi Yi Liao could never stand on the opposite side of the Shen family for him.
At least the current probability is 0.
Jiao Bai stood up and asked the beauty Zhang, who was still staring at him with a constipated look: “Who is the Shen family sending to pick me up?”
Zhang Zhen didn’t say anything.
Jiao Bai tentatively said a name: “Shen Er’an?”
Zhang Zhen’s brow twitched slightly.
Jiao Bai knew that he had guessed right, which was also within his expectations. Jiao Bai estimated that after the matter of his conspiracy with Qi Shuang was exposed, Old Shen Dog had most likely realized a fact, that he had a tolerance for a thing that he looked down on that was far beyond his imagination.
That won’t do.
A domineering CEO doesn’t need a weakness.
So Old Shen Dog didn’t want him to go back, preferably never see him again, so that would eliminate the possibility of him changing from a domineering CEO to an ordinary man.
The Old Lady wanted him to go back, otherwise she wouldn’t rest in peace even in death.
Then it could only be Shen Er’an.
Jiao Bai took a breath. It was good that Shen Er’an came. He could be much more comfortable on the road.
“I’ll tell you,” Zhang Zhen went from behind to the front and blocked Jiao Bai, “It is true that President Shen is in charge of the Shen family, but the Old Lady holds a certain amount of shares and has a maternal family who mixes in the black underworld. Her methods are not something you can…”
Jiao Bai interrupted Zhang Zhen: “I didn’t think so much.”
Zhang Zhen’s shoulder had an extra hand on it, pushing him, that strength was just like tickling to him, but he still turned sideways and made way.
Jiao Bai walked towards the bedroom: “Besides a life, I have nothing else. I’m not afraid of being calculated.”
Zhang Zhen looked at his thin figure: “The barefoot aren’t afraid of those wearing shoes?”
Jiao Bai shrugged: “It’s up to you how you understand it.” He turned his head, his expression serious, and said loudly, “Anyway, I can’t retreat.”
Zhang Zhen’s eyes at Jiao Bai were like he was saying: You’re pretending.
Jiao Bai glared over, I have a mission!
Although there is also an element of pretending.
It was past one in the morning, the night was deep and the moon was hazy. Shen Er’an arrived at Lanmo Mansion, covered in dust. As soon as he entered the door, he stared blankly at Jiao Bai.
He was fat, and his complexion was also very good.
Much better than when he was by that person’s side.
But soon it won’t be good anymore.
Shen Er’an stood in place, unable to lift his feet. He had thought a lot on the way here, thinking about how to help Jiao Bai escape from the difficulties ahead.
He had even had the darkest thoughts, and he was frightened by himself in that instant.
After that, Shen Er’an was always in a state of self-loathing. He felt a little better when he first entered the door, but now it had worsened.
Seeing that Shen Er’an didn’t come over for a long time, and didn’t even look at him, just looking down at the ground, Jiao Bai had no choice but to go over himself and deliberately teased: “It’s only been so long since we last met, and we’re already strangers?”
Shen Er’an shook his head: “No.”
Then there was no sound again.
Jiao Bai was usually already dreaming at this time. He was very sleepy and didn’t have the energy to continue teasing Shen Er’an: “Go wash up, go to sleep quickly, we’ll leave tomorrow morning.”
Shen Er’an’s long eyelashes suddenly trembled.
Jiao Bai frowned extremely quickly: “Okay, I understand.” He raised his thumb and poked it towards the left pillar, “Help me carry the cloth bag and the small suitcase. I can’t carry anything even slightly heavy for the time being.”
Shen Er’an’s breathing gradually became heavier, and there was a choked sound similar to that of an adolescent lion in his throat.
“It doesn’t matter if we go back overnight, I’ll sleep in the car.” Jiao Bai patted his shoulder, “How many hours does it take to drive?”
Shen Er’an said in a hoarse voice: “Seven, more hours.”
“Then a plane is more convenient.” Jiao Bai was not very satisfied with this length of time. He couldn’t sit still. At that time, he could only lie in the back seat, walking and resting.
Jiao Bai scanned Shen Er’an. He was thinner and looked more like his father: “Take the luggage, let’s go.”
Shen Er’an did not cooperate. He looked at Jiao Bai with a pair of tired and sad deep eyes.
Jiao Bai encouraged him: “Say whatever you want.”
Under his guidance, Shen Er’an slowly spoke: “I don’t want you to be my…”
Shen Er’an did not say the last two words, and his eyes turned red.
That was helplessness and hatred for fate.
Jiao Bai saw the snow falling in Cheng Mountain. Looking out, it was a piece of biting desolation, and he sighed.
“Then don’t be.” Jiao Bai gave Shen Er’an a tissue, “We don’t care about those messy people and things. We are just us. I’m still your classmate, roommate, and,” he clenched his fist and stretched it out, smiling lightly, “good friend.”
Shen Er’an was stunned while holding the tissue, and gently bumped fists with him.
In the corner, Zhang Zhen and his brothers were watching a live broadcast.
“It’s unheard of and unseen for a little mom and stepson to be good friends.”
“Being in a wealthy family, one or two times of being involuntary can change a normal person and a normal relationship. Good friends won’t last long.”
“…”
“Anyway, it’s very touching now.”
“Yes, I took a photo to commemorate it. Maybe I can throw it out and post it on Moments in the future.”
“Don’t say that, but that young master of the Shen family is really handsome.”
“Our Pillow Brother’s face is still higher.”
“It’s different, Pillow Brother is beautiful, Young Master Shen is handsome. Shen Dong’s genes are too good, they were carved out of the same mold.”
“What’s the good of having a heartless and ungrateful face? I vote for our Pillow Brother.”
“I also vote for Pillow Brother. Hey, why is Young Master Shen so obedient when he’s facing Jiao Bai? A little chick and his dad, the picture is amazing.”
“…”
“Cough!”
A heavy cough suddenly sounded next to him, and the old men were startled. They all looked at Pillow Brother.
Pillow Brother seemed, not very happy?
It’s like… his wife is running away with someone else.
Jiao Bai took back his fist against Shen Er’an, opened his five fingers, and waved it at Zhang Zhen, his pale face full of bright smiles.
Goodbye, colorful little squares. I hope that the next time you come online, you can form a sunflower and give me a smile, and don’t be knives and guns anymore.
Zhang Zhen didn’t respond. He turned his head and went to the gym to box.
When the car drove away from Lanmo Mansion, he looked at the front yard entrance. When he reacted, he had already chased out a long way.
It was so long that Zhang Zhen was sweating profusely, his scalp was hot and humid, and his heart was beating violently in his chest.
One after another, like the thunder in spring.
On the way back to South City with Shen Er’an, Li Jue waited for several hours at the gate of the Qi family.
The matter of Qi Shuang has not spread out. Li Jue didn’t know. He came as usual to visit the great benefactor who sponsored him to go to school.
The servant stopped him at the door. He had been waiting.
Li Jue couldn’t squat still, so he stood up against the wall and gently kicked his sore and numb calves: “Has Mr. Qi not returned yet?”
The servant did not give an answer.
At this time, a car drove over, and sitting in the car was Qi Zi Zhi.
“Mr. Qi!” Li Jue waved his hand greatly, youthful and soft, like a small pine seedling that bravely faces wind, snow, frost and rain.
Qi Zi Zhi, who used to be very cultivated, did not even get out of the car this time, but cast an ambiguous gaze from the car: “Are you and Jiao Bai neighbors?”
Li Jue opened his eyes wide in surprise. Why did Mr. Qi mention Brother Xiao Qiu? He didn’t understand, but he still nodded truthfully: “Yes.”
Before the car window went up, a deep voice came from the car: “Your sponsorship will remain the same, and will not be withdrawn. Don’t come to the Qi family anymore if you have nothing to do in the future.”
Li Jue was stunned.
Why did Mr. Qi say that?
Li Jue rubbed his face, which had been cooled by the wind while riding his bike all the way. He would ask Brother Xiao Qiu when he contacted him.
Where is Brother Xiao Qiu…
He rode his bicycle into the deep night, thinking about going to the hospital to see his grandma tomorrow morning and telling her how cold this winter was. He didn’t know that the business community in South City was about to reshuffle due to an accident.
On the Liang family’s side, the police wanted to take Miss Liang to the scene of the crime. Liang’s father said that his daughter was not at home, and a group of bodyguards stopped them.
The two sides were deadlocked all night.
It was already the second half of the night, and everyone was tired. Under the pressure from above, the police forcibly broke into the upstairs and caught the criminal suspect who had been hiding in the room.
“Miss Liang, please come with us.” The old policeman said officially.
Liang Yue hugged the bedpost and refused to let go, disheveled like a madman: “It wasn’t me, I didn’t kill anyone, I didn’t kill him!”
The old policeman showed his handcuffs: “Miss Liang, please cooperate.”
“Cooperate with what? It wasn’t me who killed him, it wasn’t me…” Liang Yue shouted, her scarlet eyes suddenly bulged: “Dongzi—”
“Go upstairs.” Liang’s father suddenly whispered to his son.
Liang Dong stood up slowly, and walked upstairs with his already wide shoulders bent, never raising his head.
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