Lu Xiaoxiao sneered and said, "Don't blame him, do you blame me me?" She glanced coldly at the few people present, her eyes resting on Fang Lesheng's face.

"Fang Lesheng, you're not right to be wary of me. You think I'll do something bad, but now you see, it's my grandfather who died. Your ink, your Wang Fei, including yourself, are living well. My grandpa is the only one who dies.

Lu Xiaoxiao wiped another eye and dragged the old body out. Halfway was stopped by a man, Lu Xiaoxiao along the man's arm up, is an old cat.

"What do you want to do? I just said about your...