"I never expected Ni Yuehua to have this kind of fervor."
Sang Yan, having witnessed the scene, sighed and then became worried, "It looks like He Fengyang is not going to talk now."
With such a fanatical and intense mother, wouldn't the son be influenced to some degree?
"Not necessarily."
He Ying shook his head, watching with a detached expression the people below who were scared to vomiting.
He Fengyang was initially touched by his mother's words, but the next moment, the sight of her committing suicide terrified him into kneeling and vomiting.
So much blood!
The bright, sharp blade piercing through the flesh, how painful that must be!
He was most afraid of pain!
"I, I'll talk! Don't, don't kill me! I, I'll tell everything!"
