Speaking of the latter, there was already a trace of violent anger. Although Fang Qian's death was the only way to get her rebirth, she just wasn't worth it.
Damn it! Even if you have done a huge mistake, you can't use such a slow method. How resentful you must be!
Killing someone with one knife, maybe using poison, would be done in a few seconds, and there wouldn't be much pain. But she couldn't accept this way of death.
It was too much. She would definitely avenge Fang Qian at this moment. She made this decision as repayment.
Mr. Fang's face was as pale as a human face, and big beads of sweat fell from his forehead, "That's enough, don't say any more."
Seeing this scene in her eyes, she became more and more angry, "I haven't even talked about playing yet, why are you so anxious?"
Can't stand just listening to it? Have you ever thought about the pain Fang Qian suffered before she died? She is a flesh and blood of the Fang family, his granddaughter!
Do you think you can pretend that nothing happened without listening or thinking? She was very sure that Mr. Fang knew what happened to Fang Qian. But as the head of the Fang family, why did he just watch his granddaughter suffer like this? Who is it?
The Lord has caused all this? How can Mr. Fang also turn a blind eye?
When I think about it, the answer emerges
The anger in my heart is raging, and I hate the person behind the scenes even more deeply. Wait for me, it will be easier for you!
"Don't bring up such monstrous words to confuse people in the future. I'll pretend I've never heard of it." Mr. Fang closed his eyes sadly, not wanting to look at the thorny woman in front of him again. "You can take care of yourself. Let's go."
Every word and every sentence she spoke seemed to have a hidden meaning, making his heart tremble.
Aorong smiled coldly, "Don't you blame me anymore for causing trouble in the house?"
Listening to her sarcastic remarks, Mr. Fang felt even more sad, "You can do whatever you want, anyway, you will become someone else's family in a few days."
Out of sight, out of mind, watching her spinning in front of him every day is also a kind of painful torture
Aorong raised his hand and said sarcastically, "The old man is really magnanimous, I admire him."
If this old man was really as sad as he showed, he wouldn't have let everything happen. It would be a sin to just sit back and watch, not to mention that this was his blood relative.
Mr. Fang turned around and waved his hand feebly, asking her to leave quickly.
Aorong walked out of the room and glanced back, his eyes full of coldness.