Fu Sen gritted his teeth, his angry forehead bounced with blue veins, very shocking, “If I were not afraid of dirtying my hands, I would still want your life!”
Lan Yaqin’s heart jumped violently. Fu Sen had never said such a cruel thing to her, and she couldn’t help but make her panic.
When I saw Old Lady Fu looking at her with indifferent eyes, Lan Yaqin said blankly, “This, what’s the matter, this is? It’s not a week yet, so you can’t bear it?”
“Look at this for yourself!” The old lady Fu threw Fu Yu’an’s case report on Lan Yaqin, angrily. “Explain to me, how you forced my good grandson into depression. I almost committed suicide!”
When Lan Yaqin saw Fu Yu’an’s depression report, she was ashamed and stupefied.
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