"Ho!"
Han Yue let out a weird cry from her throat, her body stiff, and she stared at Mu Yang's corpse for a moment. Then he rushed out of the door and kicked Yang Qiuhong's room open.
At that moment, she was crazy, grabbing Yang Qiuhong's hair frantically, and dragging people out viciously.
Her nails are sharp. Yang Qiuhong has been overly sad recently and has not eaten properly. She is not Han Yue's opponent at all. She is quickly pushed to the ground, and she has no resistance.
Can only hold his head in pain and hum.
"Cheap||People! Is it you? Is it you!"
"You are so vicious, even your husband is going to be killed!"
"You are the murderer behind the scenes, right? Yang Qiuhong, you a bitch! You were the one who snatched him from me desperately, but now you live like this, it's your own responsibility!"
"Why do you retaliate against me? Ah? Do you think that if you hang the bodies of Mu Yang and Wang Jun in my door and room, I will be scared to death? No, you dreamed!"
"Kill you! I will kill you today!"
Han Yue cursed and tore Yang Qiuhong fiercely like a shrew. Soon, a few blood stains appeared on her face, and red blood was constantly oozing out.
Yang Qiu's red hair was messy, lying motionless on the cold floor, if it weren't for the slight ups and downs of her chest, everyone would think she was dead.
Su Kui frowned, Han Yue clearly knew Yang Qiuhong, and the two of them didn’t—
The three of them, Mu Yang, Yang Qiuhong, and Han Yue, are obviously at odds with each other. But usually, they don't communicate at all, which makes everyone think that they don't know each other. If Han Yue occasionally scowls at Yang Qiuhong, it's also because she doesn't like her cowardice.
Now that I have witnessed all this, I realized that things are far from being as simple as imagined.
"Han Yue, is there enough trouble?!"
Xu Dahai pulled Han Yue away with too much force, causing Han Yue to fall to the ground severely.
"Even if the corpse is hung in your room, what does it mean? Do you think that these things can be done by Yang Qiuhong as a woman? Moreover, she hasn't come out in the room when things happened. You can't just rely on old things. It is concluded that Yang Qiuhong is retaliating against you. This assumption is not true at all!"
First of all, Yang Qiuhong has evidence of his absence.
Han Yue lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking, her long hair drooped, covering her entire face, crying in disintegration.
"Then what can I do?! In this house, she is the only one who hates me! Otherwise, why both Wang Jun's corpse and Mu Yang's corpse appeared in my room?! Why didn't they go? Did someone else's room just entangle me?!"
Yup-
Everyone was speechless and did not know how to answer.
But obviously, someone behind the scenes is targeting Han Yue. That person did not easily kill Han Yue, but a little bit, torturing Han Yue's nerves. She seemed to want to look at her in pain and despair.
"Tell me about you and Yang Qiuhong and Muyang." Ji Feng pinched out the cigarette in his hand, raised his chin to Su Kui, Su Kui nodded, and returned to the place where he was just now to sit down again.
As a result, it was Ji Feng's last aftermath, closing Han Yue's room, and blocking the weird smile on Mu Yang's face.
A group of people sat down on the sofa in the living room.
This time, everyone is here.