"You deserve to die! You deserve to die! Why can you live so comfortably? Why?!"
"You heartless thing! What right do you have to take so many things and not share them with me!"
"If it wasn't for you refusing to take out the medicine! My son would not have died!"
Ye Xingchen was speechless for a moment. Lin Sijia, who was standing beside him, and Zhao Hao, who was stepping on Liu Qilong's body, were angry.
Did Ye Xingchen owe him something? Who was he to ask Ye Xingchen to take out his things and give them to him?!
"You! How can you be like this?! Ye Xingchen doesn't owe you anything!" Lin Sijia frowned, feeling very uncomfortable.
Zhao Hao stomped hard on Liu Qilong's chest. "Look at what you're saying. Can't you see how good Little Ye is to our neighbors? Why are you so ungrateful?"
Liu Qilong's eyes were bloodshot, and even the veins on his neck popped out. "It's you! You're the one who killed them!"