"Your child?" Yang Qixue frowned: "What's wrong with your child?"

"You still wear it?" Quietly and trembling, he looked straight at her and said, "If you want to be unknown, you can't do it unless you don't do it!"

"I really don't know what you're talking about? When did I kill your child?'

Yang Qixue's innocent face, if not quiet and elegant and clear that she only has an angel's face, I am afraid that really think that they wronged her!

"You asked me to come to your house that day and handed me a glass of water. What was in it?"

"Nothing! I really don't know what you're talking...