How can I not hate

Yingluo-what if I tell you that I wasn't abducted back then?

Lei Xiao couldn't help but recall Han Xing's words that were enough to set off a tempestuous storm.

The oil had just been added to the lamp in the morning, and the lamp base was burning hot, and the lamp core was making a crackling sound.

&Quot; Lin youlin thought I didn't know anything, so she used my cousin Luo Wenbo's hand to send a drink mixed with sleeping pills to my mouth and told me to drink it! &Quot;

Lin Hanxing's porcelain-white fingertips landed on the base of the eternal flame lamp, and a burning pain instantly assaulted him.

However, Lin Hanxing's expression did not change at all.

&Quot; I pretended to drink it and fainted. Only then did I hear the truth from my good aunt! &Quot;

If Yingluo's big brother and sister-in-law didn't die, how could it be my turn?