"If anyone thinks he can do it, he can try again!"

Shang Yang spoke coldly.

Now that things have come to this point, he doesn't mind doing things better. In his opinion, this family should not be the case, so he looked up and swept around ruthlessly.

Zhao Susong is neither humble nor arrogant nor speaks.

Chu Qiang said nothing but said nothing.

Zhao Benzhong's face was cold and cold when he didn't cry or laugh.

Zhao Suju's body was trembling.

Zhao Sumei was silent.

Half of them were frightened by Shang Yang's punch, and the other half was the blood on his arm. Human nature is to seek benefits and avoid harm, and they have seen blood. Whether it is in his hands or not, there is more than one level in his eyes.

After waiting for a long time, no one spoke.

"No one beat me, I'll leave!"

After Shang Yang finished speaking, he turned around and left silently in the eyes of a crowd.

Zhao Suxian did not move immediately, but she was no longer looking at these "relatives" in her eyes, but looking around the house. The decorations here were still the same, which made her feel a little warmth. After watching for a few seconds, she turned around silently, picked up her coat, walked out, and carefully closed the door.

"Bang"

The sound of closing the door seemed to hit Zhao Suxian's heart, making her feet in the corridor soften and she almost fell to the ground.

Shang Yang did not leave, but turned the stairs and looked at the woman silently from the gap. Under the voice-controlled light in the corridor, he felt that this woman had grown a lot older at this moment, and she felt unspeakable sorrow in her heart, and she knew it.

Two expectations in Zhao Suxian’s heart.

One is to be safe and sound.

The second is to reconcile with this family.

But now I have ruined one of them with my own hands.

Seeing Zhao Suxian, he was walking down tiredly, slowly dripping blood from his head, his arms without blood.
Chapter completed!