In the final analysis, the anger of losing a loved one is far less important than the importance of one's own life.

But obviously, some people don't think so.

"Haha, you are really sharp-tongued. I just asked you about the whereabouts of your relatives, so I let you scare me. In my opinion, someone has a guilty conscience, right?"

Lin Mengya raised her head and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

He was a middle-aged man with a slim build and a fairly elegant temperament, but his face always revealed a mean look.

His voice was cold and his attitude was even more arrogant.

Lin Mengya only took one look and knew why this person was sold here.

With such a look like someone who deserves a beating, everyone is probably thinking of selling the person for money, right?

"What? Looking at the way you said it, you must have seen the whole process of my murder last night, right? Yes, we wiped the necks one by one. Of course you remember."

As a result, as soon as she said these words, the man started to glare at her.

"Nonsense! When did I kill someone with you? You, you need to make false accusations against good people!"
Chapter completed!