An Ning also wanted to say something, but when she caught the cold eyes of Zhan Yucheng, she suddenly could not find her own voice.
She could only look at Zhan Yucheng in a daze, shaking her head with tears.
At this time, Zhan Yucheng was really terrible. He was like a lion on the verge of madness, as if the next second, he would bite off a person's throat and burnt people into ashes.
In particular, the aversion in his eyes was like a knife poked into eyes and then pierced in the heart, making people unable to breathe.
Finally, he spoke. His voice was so cold as if it came from the iceberg of minus dozens of degrees, "An Ning, Su Chacha did not kill your child, right? Say it! Why framed Su Chacha! Say it! Why? "
Zhan Yucheng strangled An Ning’s neck, and his strength was so great that An Ning’s neck rattled. An Ning could not breathe and even was about to throw up her tongue, and he still had no intention of letting her go.