"I've never seen anyone as ridiculous as you two," Lian Xinying watched their smartly dressed backs and mocked, "Did you see Yan Ye's corpse, or do you have superpowers to predict someone's life or death?"
Ke Yawen clenched her fists, calmed down, turned around, and splashed a bucket of cold water figuratively, "It's only you who doesn't believe Yan Ye is dead, isn't it? Poor thing. Keep living in the dream you've woven for yourself and wait for Yan Ye to come back for you!"
After saying this with fierce intensity, Ke Yawen went to the table she had reserved.
It wasn't far away.
Ke Yawen still occasionally cast disdainful glances towards Lian Xinying.
"Mom! Why did she also say that my dad is dead?" Xiaocheng was affected.
His mom was being bullied, but he couldn't do anything about it.
If only dad were here.
If one person said his dad was dead, he would think that person was lying and deserved a beating, but when a second person said it, he started to doubt.
