Tong Zhiyuan's own demeanor was there. He could not scold the street like a virgin. She pointed his nose to scold him, but he couldn't refute a word.
Tong Yuyao's lower lip bite tightly, and red blood beads ooze from the broken wound. Her feet are as if nailed to the spot, like a sculpture, stiff body.
The parents' quarrel was passed into her ears verbatim, her brain was about to explode, and her chest was up and down violently.
For this unacceptable fact.
The father, who has always respected him, used to have a junior outside, and had a daughter with him? Now, he even wants to bring that daughter back and raise it!
Why? !
She resisted the urge to rush in to question, all the medicine she had in her hand rolled to the ground, her hands clenched tightly, her head hanging silent.
All the servants in the family hid because of the quarrel, and the only three living people left were the parents who knew nothing about Tong Yuyao's return in the hall and were arguing freely.
In fact, it's not a quarrel, it's just a neurotic unilateral insult from the mother.
"Tong Zhiyuan, I know you have been looking for that woman for many years. Recently, her daughter came to a big school, right? Called... Gu Changjun? Oh, the name is quite ambitious, but she is a short-lived ghost!! Those who are born in a humble|kind, shouldn’t live in this world!"
Her insults made her worse.
Tong Yuyao stood outside, in the blue sky and white sun, but it seemed like a thunderstorm struck her Tianling cover, from head to toe, cold to the bone marrow.
Gu Changjun...
Yes…
Her half-sister? Are you kidding me? Are you dreaming? !
There was another loud applause, accompanied by the virgin mother's burst of shouts, "Tong Zhiyuan, don't take an inch, I will fight with you!!"
Then again broke out the sound of various things breaking, Tong Yuyao was sweating all over her body, she couldn't help it anymore, rushed into the hall and shouted angrily, "Enough!!"
Next, she was stunned by the scene in front of her.
The virgin mother would pick up a fruit knife at will, and it had been inserted into Tong Zhiyuan's abdomen. The viscous and bright red blood rushed out, stained with the virgin mother's well-maintained right hand.
She turned pale with fright, as if she had recovered in an instant, her pupils shrank and her nose twitched abnormally. She let out a scream, staggered and dropped the fruit knife, and fell to the ground.
"Ah!! It's killing, I'm killing it!!"
She shook her head violently, and soon began to mutter to herself, "It wasn't me who did it, the murder... It wasn't me who did it... I don't want to go to jail, ah!!!"
Witnessing a family tragedy with his own eyes, the father with the knife in his abdomen was lying weakly on the ground, and the murderer's mother was limp on the ground, nervously quibbling.
Tong Yuyao feels like she is walking in a rainstorm. She used to be a flower in a greenhouse, held in the palm of her father and mother. Suddenly hearing the truth, she suddenly realized that everything was not as simple as she thought.
My respected father is far from being as tall as I imagined!
The mother seemed mad. She didn't see her daughter or husband who was stabbed by herself. She just huddled up on the floor with her head in hiding.
The image of the elegant and dignified lady in the past is completely absent. Tong Yuyao only finds it ridiculous. At the same time, a great hatred rises in his heart!