Su Mingyu did not move, and only looked at Gan Jiangnan, "Gan Jiangnan, what do you say?"
"I... "I …" Gan Jiangnan's face was gloomy. He bit his lower jaw and said, "I can't say."
"Old Gan!" You must be silly! " The woman looked at Gan Jiangnan with a crying face filled with disbelief, "How old is Little Treasure? Do you want Little Treasure to remember that we've been beaten up like this for the rest of our lives?"
"Old Gan!" Seeing that Gan Jiangnan was still unmoved, the woman became a little anxious.
Gan Jiangnan's face was still gloomy, "No! I can't tell you this, but I already told you that Little Treasure and you would both be dead! "
"Old Gan!" Who the hell cast the curse on you!? " The woman sobbed, "Can't you think about me and the child?"
As Su Mingyu saw Gan Jiangnan's conflicted look, she simply added fuel to the fire, "Pull open the curtain!"
"No!" No! "Old Gan!" The woman was crying so hard that she was about to die.