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In a dilapidated, abandoned warehouse.
Sang Siyang squatted in front of Lu Jiao, looking at her beautiful and luxurious clothes, and her increasingly plump and pale face, he couldn't help but want to ridicule.
Heaven was never fair, Lu Jiao, someone like her, could live such a good life, healthy, while his Qiaoqiao had to suffer from illness, and had passed away so soon...
Sang Siyang's eyes were bloodshot, he reached for a small knife nearby, his eyes revealed a chill, but it didn't matter, if heaven was unfair, then he would take matters into his own hands.
That Lu Jiao could disrupt their family's harmony and had harmed Qiaoqiao so many times, yet lived a happy life—he truly couldn't accept it.
Lu Jiao stared at him with wide-open eyes, terrified, she could feel that Sang Siyang had gone mad!
