Just as Mrs. Jones was having a headache, she was busy dealing with her daughter's indecent videos and nude photos.| When they took the photo, Murong Mian had already arrived at the hospital.
"Father," he said as he stood in front of the bed.
Murong Zhihong closed his eyes and said,""You ... What, are, you, here for? to, to see me die?"
It was probably yesterday when Murong Mian said, Then you can go to hell.
Murong Zhihong's heart turned cold, and he didn't even want to look at him.
Murong Mian pulled a chair over and sat down. "Yeah!" She said.
Murong Zhihong's chest heaved up and down, and his breathing quickened. He was very angry, but he did not say anything. His old face was full of despair.
Murong Mian picked up the bright red apple on the bedside table, then picked up the fruit knife and slowly peeled it.
"I'm here because I really want to know one thing ... Did you love my mother?"he asked.
Murong Zhihong slowly opened his eyes!
