At this moment, Lin Hui's face turned even paler, creating a stark contrast with the bluish-purple tinge on her neck.
She looked at Tang Yaoyao in disbelief.
How could she know so much?
Did Meng Qingyue tell her everything before she died?
Tang Yujiao was deeply shocked as she listened to all this. Her face turned slightly pale, and she remained silent.
Tang Shengze knew that it was impossible to get Lin Hui to speak again at this moment.
He looked at Tang Yaoyao, a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Tang Yaoyao had spent so many years with him and his father, and she understood his heart with just a glance.
He was asking how the child he had never met was doing.
She desperately wanted to hide this painful truth, but she knew that secrets couldn't stay hidden forever. One day, her father would find out, and then he would be even more heartbroken.
He shook his head gently.
Tang Shengze understood.
His child is gone...
Tang Shengze moved his lips, recalling how he used to tell the baby bedtime stories every day when the child was still in Lin Hui's belly. That was the only way he communicated with the child.
I closed my eyes, suppressing my pain. When I opened them again, I found my heart in turmoil, unable to find peace. I asked, "How did it disappear?"
Hearing his trembling voice, Tang Yaoyao felt a pang of pain in her heart: "It was Lin Hui who killed her with her own hands."
Upon hearing this, Tang Shengze looked at Lin Hui once again.
He had no idea that he had lived with such a vicious woman for so many years.
Upon hearing this, Lin Hui quickly shook her head, recalling the suffocating feeling she had just experienced, and hurriedly explained, "I didn't, I didn't... it was that child's bad luck."
Su Mei, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore and glared at her angrily: "What is your heart made of? That's your own daughter! When Meng Qingyue was taken away by the police, she said that you killed your daughter, and she had no choice but to give Yao Ge to you."
With a deafening crash, Lin Hui felt as if everything had collapsed.
Now, with the dead unable to testify, there are no witnesses to their story.
She couldn't ask Meng Qingyue to change her mind.
Tang Shengze breathed heavily, clutched his heart, and took a step back.
Tang Yaoyao quickly helped him up, saying, "Dad."
I wanted to offer some words of comfort, but I found myself unable to say anything.
That was her father's biological daughter. He had never even met her, and she was gone just like that. How could he not be heartbroken?
Tang Shengze gently patted her hand to reassure her.
Her eyes welled up with tears. Even at a time like this, her father was still thinking about her feelings.
Tang Shengze held his breath and walked step by step toward Lin Hui, who was also on the verge of collapse.
Lin Hui was so frightened that she backed away until she reached a corner where she had nowhere to retreat.
"Lin Hui, I've been listening to Yao Yao tell those unbelievable stories. Now, I'm listening to you tell me the whole story from back then. If you've told even half a lie..."
As he spoke, his voice grew increasingly fierce.
Even without knowing the consequences, Lin Hui understood.
But if she were to reveal everything that happened back then, she wouldn't be forgiven; on the contrary, things would only get worse.
Tang Yujiao frowned and asked her, "Mom, where is my sister?"
Lin Hui looked at her daughter, then at her husband, biting her lip tightly and remaining silent.
"uncle."
Xiao Jinhan, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.
Tang Shengze turned to look at him.
He walked to Tang Yaoyao's side, looking down at Lin Hui, who was trembling in the corner, his eyes unfathomable: "Today, I also brought someone with me, his surname is Gao."
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