Zhao Shufen was startled, then let out a sharp scream, she lunged at Ma Dongshu, "Impossible, impossible!"
Ma Dongshu looked prosperous, but his body was extremely agile. He deftly avoided Zhao Shufen's actions and frowned, "Why is it impossible, do you think I'd lie to you?"
Just then, Tong Tiehu and Qiao Dami appeared at the corner of the street, he raised his hand and pointed to Tong Tiehu, "If you don't believe me, ask your village chief."
Zhao Shufen turned her head and looked at Tong Tiehu.
Tong Tiehu's face was solemn, extremely serious, she hesitated, remembered Tong Tiehu's ruthlessly efficient style, her legs gave way and she collapsed to the ground.
Crying loudly.
Her hair was disheveled, her face was covered in blood, her voice was sharp, full of thick despair.
Just a moment ago, Qiao Chang'an had confessed in front of Qiao Xiaomai because he was desperate.
Now it was her turn to despair.