“Even though Zhou Dazhu wrote a novel, he did not believe it at all. However, things have already been forced to this point, so there is no other way.
He would rather believe it than not believe it.
No matter what, it could be considered as a psychological comfort to himself.
After so many things today, Zhou Dazhu was no longer in the mood to write. His brain was exhausted and he only wanted to sleep.
Unexpectedly, just as he was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, Zhou Dazhu suddenly woke up.
The moment Zhou Dazhu opened his eyes, he saw his wife, Mei Li, holding a knife and stabbing at him with a fierce expression.
“Mei Li!”Zhou Dazhu shouted his wife’s name, but there was no reaction.
Mei Li had already fallen into a state of madness. She only wanted to kill him!
