Zhao Mingcheng purposely ignored the latter part of her sentence and walked over to grab yang Mengshan's hair. He said through gritted teeth, " "Yang Mengshan, who asked you to come over? you're the one who sent yourself to your death. You can't blame me."
his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty killing intent."get out of my way, or i'll shoot you again,"
The child was not his. It definitely wasn't his. He didn't believe that the child was his. Zhao Mingcheng kept telling himself this.
There was a sound from outside. It was the sound of Gu Youli and Gu liangwei knocking on the door and they were calling out, " "mengshan, open the door. come out quickly. mengshan, come out!"
"Yang Mengshan, open the door."
Yang Mengshan's eyes were glistening with tears.
She smiled faintly and closed her eyes as she leaned against the door. Her curled lips were pale from the pain of her wound.