Monk: "..."
You're the one who watches pirated content; your whole family watches pirated content.
The monk wanted to say it directly, but he didn't dare.
"What exactly do you want? We haven't offended you."
The monk was speechless. Why was this woman meddling in other people's business?
"Looks like you're deaf. I told you, you traded my son's life for yours. Do you think I'd let you get away with this?"
That's wishful thinking.
Not only that, Mo Yan also brought Jiaozuo from the Yellow Springs Road.
Jiaozuo was a little confused, then looked at General Manager Zhang and the monk.
"Mo Yan, what do you want to do? Why did you bring me here?"
In his heart, Mo Yan was still his wife, the kind he could scold and beat at will.
He was originally planning to show off his status as the prince consort, but he was captured before he even started.
"I reunited your family, Jiaozuo, and you're actually willing to die for your son? You're quite noble, aren't you?"
Jiaozuo was somewhat bewildered. "Are you dreaming? How could I possibly die for my child? I was just unlucky to die." Would he really die for someone else? Don't be ridiculous, that's impossible.
"Oh, so you didn't die of your own accord, you were murdered? I thought you loved your wild child so much, he just needed a dead father like this, and you went and died."
Mo Yan suddenly realized, took out her phone and scanned Jiao Zuo's face. "So, you were poisoned to death."
Jiaozuo: "!!!"
If they had doubts before, now that they saw Jiaozuo, they felt that Zhang Xuewu looked very much like Jiaozuo, with similar eyes, nose, and mouth.
"You're not my son?"
Mr. Zhang looked at Zhang Xuewu, who was curled up on the bed, pulled him down, and kicked him to the ground.
Even knowing he was in unbearable pain, he still had to give his son a beating himself. Over the years, he had given his son whatever he wanted, only to find out in the end that he wasn't even his own child!
He sacrificed so much, yet the child wasn't even his own.
The monk rushed over too. He risked being discovered by Boss Zhang to help him with so many things, only to find out it wasn't his own child!
The two of them showed absolutely no mercy and went all out.
Mo Yan thoughtfully filmed a video for them, and only looked at them after she had seen enough.
"No hitting people."
The two men looked at Mo Yan and could only retreat. There was nothing they could do; this woman was too powerful. Zhang Xuewu had been beaten black and blue, and was no longer recognizable as a human.
As for Jiaozuo, he was initially confused, but now he remembered. Before he died, that woman gave him a bowl of soup. She was exceptionally gentle that day, as if she loved him deeply. In truth, he knew that their relationship was purely transactional; to say they loved each other was impossible.
Later... she said she had her own son. He didn't really feel anything. Men are all about having affairs. As for marrying her or taking responsibility, that's definitely impossible.
Even though he's dead, he wouldn't help if there was no benefit in it; that's how selfish he was.
These two men were his bosses. They gave him money and gifts in exchange for his help in binding their fates, and the man in question was their own son. He was incredibly pleased with himself.
Money is needed even in the underworld, so he naturally wouldn't be polite. As for whether Jiao Qi would be unlucky or die, what did it have to do with him? He couldn't even take care of himself, so why would he care about Jiao Qi?
He was capable of having an affair back then, so naturally he wouldn't care about a son now; he only ever thinks about himself.
Mr. Zhang and the monk looked at Jiaozuo and wanted to make a move, but they were afraid they would miss.
“Jiao Qi’s mother, now it’s clear that Zhang Xuewu is his son. So go find him and settle the score, and let us go, okay?”
Mr. Zhang walked over and looked at Mo Yan. He was about to go out and settle accounts with that woman for daring to betray him.
"No rush, let's talk about it when your Yinyin arrives."
Everyone's not here yet, what's the rush?
The two people and the ghost: "..." Why does it feel like they're going to be wiped out in one fell swoop?
They felt that time was passing very slowly, and the electric current in their bodies was still shocking them.
"Please, grandma, let us go. Do whatever you want to Zhang Xuewu, just let me go, okay?" Boss Zhang couldn't bear it any longer. The pain was too much. He wished he could just cut himself and die so that it would end everything.
"No, do you think your problem is only Zhang Xuewu? Why are you like this? Because you've done too many heinous things, understand?"
Mo Yan stared at her phone, scrolling incessantly. "I told you, everything you did is clearly recorded in the Book of Life and Death. If you want to escape legal punishment, you can commit suicide. See if things will get better after you commit suicide."
For some reason, Mr. Zhang suddenly had a feeling that death would be even worse. "No, no, I still want to live. Can I turn myself in? Just don't torture me. I really can't take it anymore."
The monk beside him also spoke up. "Grandma, I can help you with things from now on. I'll be your sword, and together we'll dominate the world. What do you think? We'll make everyone grovel at our feet."
Mo Yan's lips twitched, and with a casual gesture, the monk, like a kite with a broken string, crashed down from the ground and the roof.
Now Mr. Zhang dared not speak carelessly; this woman was terrifying, so terrifying.
The door suddenly opened, and they looked in hopeful eyes to see a woman walk in.
The woman was stunned when she saw Mo Yan. She was even more stunned when she saw Jiao Zuo. Instinctively, she was about to leave, but as she turned around, she saw a bottomless abyss, with darkness outside and what appeared to be large patches of red.
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