“You, you…” Fu Zhengzheng’s feet become weak and she faints and falls on the ground.

Han Siqi doesn’t prop her up but drops the words one by one, “Dare you say that you don’t know him?”

“What the hell have you done to him?” Lying on the ground, Fu Zhengzheng almost loses all her strength.

“I threw him into the Lvyin River to feed the fish.” Han Siqi understates.

“You murderer! You scoundrel!” Fu Zhengzheng ...