Zhou Yunyi looked at everyone with hatred. Her hoarse voice was mixed with despair. It was gloomy, like a curse from hell. "I curse you all to die a horrible death."
Zhou Hengsheng sneered and looked at Zhou Yunyi, who was in pain. To him, the death of his only son was the most painful thing in the world. Other than his son, nothing else was important. What was there to be afraid of?
Seeing Zhou Yunyi in pain now was the happiest thing in the world.
Liu Yuanyuan glanced at Zhou Yunyi indifferently and could not even be bothered to talk to her.
Hu Yu sneered. "Why are you cursing others? I don't think anyone will die more miserably than you."
Zhou Yunyi roared crazily, "My father will definitely kill him. My father will come to save me."