Geng Jiao was shocked!
In the past, they never took Lin Xinran’s words seriously, and they believed everything Lin Xinmeng said.
Because Lin Xinran grew up in a gambler's family, he must have been telling lies since he was a child. He pretended to be thin just to gain sympathy.
Now, with the knife at her neck, Geng Jiao finally listened!
A weak voice can never awaken the deaf!
"I'm sorry, daughter. I'm sorry I didn't pay attention. I won't do it again. But, we haven't lost anything to you in these three years. If it weren't for us, you wouldn't be here, right?"
Lin Xinran finished his meal and looked at Geng Jiao with cold eyes.
"I got into the No. 1 Middle School at public expense. There's no tuition at all. Besides, you didn't pay me any tuition fees. I earned all that money by working. I only have four sets of clothes a year, all school uniforms. Lin Xinmeng's clothes cost 30,000 to 40,000 yuan each!"
"You mean you didn't miss anything from me?"
"You are not only blind, but also mentally retarded, right?"
The three people who were stunned looked shocked.
Is what Lin Xinran said true?
They didn’t give Lin Xinran any money?
You know, Lin Xinmeng's monthly living expenses are 200,000 yuan. They all thought that other people also gave money to Lin Xinren!
There were no results.
Just when they were shocked and confused, they heard Lin Xinmeng's crying voice at the gate of the villa.
"Brother Fu, hurry up. I don't know what happened to Dad. I'm so scared. It's all my fault. I should have left when my sister was brought back. I'm not the daughter of the Lin family. My sister hates me and is jealous of me to the point of insanity. That's why she went crazy and attacked me. I don't want this to happen. I hope everyone is fine!"
At this time, another slightly magnetic voice also sounded.
"Xiao Meng, you're not wrong. You're just too kind. She's jealous of you. It has nothing to do with you. Stop crying. I've already called the police and the mental hospital. I'll send her in right away."
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