1295. Chapter 1295 The Bottom Line of Sikong Linge's Psychological Endurance
The oath to curse a relative on his back and achieve a certain purpose is a heavy psychological burden for Sikong Lingge.
She is not Lu Shenghong, and she can't make a vow to her relatives without changing her face, and she breaks her promise in a blink of an eye-
After all, I have been together for ten years, how could Mrs. Feng not know Sikong Lingge's personality?
It was only when she pinched this point that she asked Sikong Lingge to swear.
"I..." Sikong Lingge trembled violently, with no trace of blood on her face, "I won't tell Li Ye..."
"No?" Mrs. Feng sneered coldly, with sharp eyes, "Do you think I will believe it?"
"I'm not seeing Li Ye..."
"Even if you don't see me, you must swear." Mrs. Feng said sternly.
Sikong Lingge was shocked, "I have already said I will never see Li Ye."
Why is Mrs. Feng still aggressive and asking her to make such a poisonous oath?
"Why? Of course, it is to prevent you from revealing the matter to Li Ye in the future. Sikong Lingge, you reminded me this!" Mrs. Feng sneered, but her smile did not reach her eyes, "If you didn't say you wanted to see Li Ye just now, "If you didn't say you wanted to see Li Ye just now,
, I haven't thought about this yet."
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"Swear!"
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"Or, you really want to see that little devil was strangled to death?"
"..." Sikong Lingge couldn't speak and shook his head vigorously.
"If you don't want something wrong with the little guy, sign it as soon as possible. Swear to finish it! Don't delay it. We have arranged everything in this hospital long ago. If you delay it for too long, you won't help you.
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Mrs. Feng paused, "So what if someone shows up? Don't forget that Shangguan Zhixing and the little ghost are still in my hands. Whether to live or die is enough."
Sikong Lingge was stiff, as if thousands of hands were tearing her chest, and the pain was so that her nerves were twitching all over her body—
Mrs. Feng was right.
Now that this situation is the case, no one can resolve it or help.
Even if Shangguan Rui is present, it is useless.
All she could do was to agree to Mrs. Feng's request first and exchange knowledge and actions with her children.
The rest, take another step... Sikong Lingge gritted his teeth, "I signed the certificate, but I'm sorry..."
"It must also be sent." Mrs. Feng snorted coldly, with no room for negotiation at all, "Unless you want that little devil to go to see the King of Hell now."
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Mrs. Feng uses her children as bargaining chips, and threatens all kinds of pressures—
Photos of the child kept coming.
One picture is more challenging Sikong Lingge's psychological tolerance limit.
When I saw the video of the child crying with a red face, Sikong Lingge's psychological defense finally collapsed all over the board.
"I promise! I promise your request! I swear! Please let them stop and stop torturing the children!" Sikong Lingge begged Mrs. Feng in an almost broken manner.
"Then swear immediately now." Mrs. Feng was cold and had no sympathy for Sikong Lingge and the children.
In her eyes, there was only Feng Liye.
Others can sacrifice without hesitation.
Even a baby who is just born!
Sikong Lingge swears in a trembling voice as Mrs. Feng asked.
Her voice was intermittent, and every word was made with all the strength of her body to speak.