When he wakes up, Qin Xiaoya's eyes are gloomy. "My mother is dead, Xiaohui is dead, and I have nothing to blame you, Weiye ink and wash."

Ye Miao moved his wrist and tied the rope so tightly that he couldn't break free. He had to sweep around with his eyes to see if there was something winning. He answered, "Your tragedy has nothing to do with anybody. Your mother died because of illness. Zhang Xiaohui's death was done by himself. As for what happened to you, I have no obligation to answer your phone call. If you are hurt, you should be treated as a friend, and at last...