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Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat

Jiang Yan had been reborn. In his previous life, he was duped by his own father—who ended up in prison—into taking on the responsibilities of the family. He had to care for his grandparents in place of his father, show respect to his uncles, maintain brotherly love... In this life, he only wanted to breat free from these bloodsuckers, find a sugar "daddy", and by the way, nourish his stomach. ***** Song Jiawen felt something was weird. That guy from next door—who had to return to the countryside to study because his father was imprisoned—suddenly switched from literature to science and joined her class, and even moved to the seat behind her. Ostensibly, he did it so she could tutor him in physics and biology, but why did she always feel like he had an ulterior motive? ***** Years later, as Jiang Yan watched the soup simmering in the pot while soothing his son in his arms, he glanced back at his wife, who was leisurely watching TV on the sofa with her legs crossed, and thought miserably, this meal ticket he had married into was proving to be quite a struggle!

Mr. San Shi · 现代言情
分數不夠
499 Chs

Chapter 208 Nobody Believes It

"The skeleton assembly is complete, consisting of three sets, one big and two small. The larger one is of an adult woman, estimated to be around thirty years old based on the bone age. Her skull was split in two, and from the junction, it can be seen she was injured by a sharp weapon while she was alive, preliminarily speculated to be a large cleaver or a big watermelon knife. The other two sets consist of a male child of about three years old, and an infant around six months old. The time of death..."

At noon, the gentle and soft sunlight shone upon the Earth, and in the courtyard in the northwest corner of the old city district, police officers were coming and going, and the clicking sound of cameras was incessant.

"Xu Qian?"

Zhou Youming couldn't help but pull at the young girl who had been squatting in a corner of the courtyard, in a daze all morning, as still as a statue with a deathly pale face—it was quite worrying.