Zhuo Jian looked down at the noodle soup in the bowl, picked up the spoon and took a sip.

"What are you showing off for?"

Lin Ruxiang asked her frantically.

"What can I show off? It's nothing more than lying on the same bed with him every night, being held in his arms, and by the way, we have to have our own child."

Zhuo Jian showed off in a nonchalant way.

"Zhuo Jian, you murderer, what qualifications do you have to tell me this? You will not die a good death!"

"A murderer does not deserve a good death, especially a murderer who is a habitual liar."

Zhuo Jian retorted coldly, feeling it was funny in her heart. A thief calls out to catch a thief? But she really did.

"you……"

"By the way, I heard when I returned to China that you still have two months to live."

Zhuo Jian spoke coldly, but his eyes watched the tall Fu Yanye walking towards him.


Chapter completed!