Zhu Ding took a deep breath, trying to suppress the flame of jealousy in his heart, and walked forward. He glanced at Yun Lintian's body with a cold expression and then at Yang Ningchang. "Ningchang, it's not good to stay here. Shall we leave first?"
Yang Ningchang stopped sobbing and turned to look at Zhu Ding. Her red eyes were filled with boundless hatred as she spoke. "You… killed him."
For some reason, Zhu Ding felt a chill running down his spine, facing her like this. He frowned slightly and said. "I know you are sad right now, and it's normal for you to be unreasonable…."
"Unreasonable? Hehe… Ahahaha!" Yang Ningchang suddenly burst out terrifying laughter. Her beautiful face was distorted with deep hatred. "Do you think no one knows what you did back then?"
