Madam Zhao lay there like a dead dog, her blood-red, fierce eyes still staring fixedly at her, as if wishing she could bore two bloody holes straight through.
At this moment, a servant hurriedly reported, "Madam, the hospital has sent news that, that Second Miss has been severely injured, and her chances are slim. Even if she is resuscitated, she may not be able to live like a normal person anymore."
"My poor daughter!"
The piercing howl of Madam Zhao rang out once again.
"It's all because of you, you vile woman!" Madam Zhao pounded the floor, uncaring that her hands were bleeding, her eyes fixed on Cheng Youyou, as if she wished she could flay and devour her alive.
Cheng Youyou's face was set with a chill, her voice tinged with coldness, and she couldn't help but laugh, "Madam Zhao, you keep saying that I am the one who killed Cheng Feifei, so I would like to ask you, did I hire someone to do it?"
