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Chapter 225: Crying of a man and a woman [1]

"Of course you said you didn't have amnesia. Two years ago in March, Xiao Qiao went to City A alone and was violated by the beast Jin Ye! After she came back, she told me what happened and jumped from the 100th floor the next day.

Come down!! Xiao Qiao is dead, it was Jin Ye who killed her!"

Wen Zeyu roared, his emotions hovering on the edge of losing control.

Hearing this, Tong Yiqing sneered, sneering miserably.

"What about me? You violated me and made me childless. Both the child and I are innocent, why did you do this to me!!"

The tragic roar resounded throughout Lanyu Residence.

"Hahaha...yes, why would I do this to you?"

Wen Zeyu laughed miserably, that smile was full of pain, regret, and hatred.

Through the door that had a small hole smashed open, she saw the crazy Wen Zeyu, who was laughing crazily.

"Open the door, open the door! I will kill you to avenge my child!"

Facing Wen Zeyu's madness, Tong Yiqing became even crazier!

She took a chair and smashed the door wildly.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

The violent collision echoed over and over again in Lanyu Residence.

"You smash it, and I'm right in front of you. If you dare to break the door, come out and kill me!"

Tong Yiqing banged on the door, and tears immediately flowed down her face when she thought of her unformed child disappearing like this.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The sound of crying and roaring, accompanied by the banging of the door, reached Wen Zeyu's ears over and over again.

Wen Zeyu was in a daze and pretended not to hear anything. He walked into the next room and closed the door with a bang.

He lay on the bed and covered his head with a pillow, not wanting to hear her miserable and angry roar again.

"Xiao Qing... I'm sorry... Xiao Qiao... I'm sorry..."

Wen Zeyu covered his head and sobbed, trying not to shed tears.

But he couldn't help it, the crystal tears wet his white cheeks and wet the sheets.

A man never sheds tears easily. He has never cried since he became sensible.

He cried today.

His crying was very muffled and he was afraid that others would hear him crying.


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