"Seems like, in your eyes, Shen Xuan's life isn't that important, right? Well, in that case, don't blame us for being rude. Just a pity for this small life, only five years old, what a pity, truly a pity." Jiang Yufei's expression on her face was half-smiling.
Like a fierce ghost crawling out of hell, truly frightening.
At this moment.
Xuanxuan's hands were tied to a rope, hanging there like a sausage, his tear-blurred eyes watching Jiang Yufei.
"And what about you? In your heart, what do Duoduo and I count for? Have you ever really looked at us as your children? Or do you simply not like us at all?" Xuanxuan asked.
Asking such a question, Xuanxuan's heart ached, but does he have any other hope? Now it's his own mommy trying to kill him!
Xuanxuan is only five years old, he always thought his path would be much longer. In the end, he's dying at the hands of his own mom, isn't it laughable? Isn't it chilling?
Jiang Yufei coldly laughed.