Chapter: 1230
"Yes, she always thought it was her fault. She shouldn't have believed that phone call. If she didn't go out, she wouldn't be knocked out, and you wouldn't be taken away. Everything after that wouldn't happen."
Hearing this, Fu Xiaoyao's eyes turned red, "Aunt Song..."
She didn't expect that her own accident would have such a big impact on Aunt Song.
Clang, clang!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Shi Mo got up and went to open the door. His assistant stood outside the door, "Shi Mo, there is news from the scene. The fire alarm found a dead body in the corner of a burnt warehouse."
"Corpse?" Before Shi Mo could speak, Fu Xiaoyao exclaimed, then thought of something, and asked in a panic, "Who is that corpse?"
The assistant glanced at Shi Mo.
Shi Mo nodded.
Only then did the assistant answer, "It's not clear yet, the corpse has been charred, and there's no way to tell its face. We only know it's a man."
"Male..." Fu Xiaoyao murmured these two words, her mind was struck by lightning, she finally regained some blood color, and turned pale again.
When Shi Mo saw her like this, a gleam flashed in his eyes, "Why, do you know who it is?"
Fu Xiaoyao's eyes were empty, and her body was trembling slightly, as if she was very frightened. It took a while to find her voice, "If I guess correctly, it's my brother..."
"Your brother?" Shi Mo raised his eyebrows and quickly realized, "The one who tied you up?"
"It's him..." Fu Xiaoyao closed her eyes in pain.
She didn't expect that Fu Zixuan was actually dead, burned to death by the fire!
For a moment, Fu Xiaoyao's heart was filled with sadness.
How did Fu Zixuan die...
Didn't it mean that the scourge will last for thousands of years? Didn't Qi Ya and Qi Dongming live well after doing so many bad things, why did he die when it was his turn?
She hated Fu Zixuan so much, but she never thought of letting him die.
Fu Xiaoyao felt like crying.
She raised her arms to cover her eyes, and under the cover of her arms, the tears slid down the corners of her eyes, and dripped onto the pillow and fainted, soaking a large area.
"Zixuan..." She said the name sadly.
It is said that death is like a lamp being extinguished. At this moment, she could clearly feel that all her hatred for Fu Zixuan dissipated at once.
And without hatred, those warm and happy memories with Fu Zixuan when she was a child gradually emerged in her mind. JrNovels.com
Hearing this, Fu Xiaoyao's eyes turned red, "Aunt Song..."
She didn't expect that her own accident would have such a big impact on Aunt Song.
Clang, clang!
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Shi Mo got up and went to open the door. His assistant stood outside the door, "Shi Mo, there is news from the scene. The fire alarm found a dead body in the corner of a burnt warehouse."
"Corpse?" Before Shi Mo could speak, Fu Xiaoyao exclaimed, then thought of something, and asked in a panic, "Who is that corpse?"
The assistant glanced at Shi Mo.
Shi Mo nodded.
Only then did the assistant answer, "It's not clear yet, the corpse has been charred, and there's no way to tell its face. We only know it's a man."
"Male..." Fu Xiaoyao murmured these two words, her mind was struck by lightning, she finally regained some blood color, and turned pale again.
When Shi Mo saw her like this, a gleam flashed in his eyes, "Why, do you know who it is?"
Fu Xiaoyao's eyes were empty, and her body was trembling slightly, as if she was very frightened. It took a while to find her voice, "If I guess correctly, it's my brother..."
"Your brother?" Shi Mo raised his eyebrows and quickly realized, "The one who tied you up?"
"It's him..." Fu Xiaoyao closed her eyes in pain.
She didn't expect that Fu Zixuan was actually dead, burned to death by the fire!
For a moment, Fu Xiaoyao's heart was filled with sadness.
How did Fu Zixuan die...
Didn't it mean that the scourge will last for thousands of years? Didn't Qi Ya and Qi Dongming live well after doing so many bad things, why did he die when it was his turn?
She hated Fu Zixuan so much, but she never thought of letting him die.
Fu Xiaoyao felt like crying.
She raised her arms to cover her eyes, and under the cover of her arms, the tears slid down the corners of her eyes, and dripped onto the pillow and fainted, soaking a large area.
"Zixuan..." She said the name sadly.
It is said that death is like a lamp being extinguished. At this moment, she could clearly feel that all her hatred for Fu Zixuan dissipated at once.
And without hatred, those warm and happy memories with Fu Zixuan when she was a child gradually emerged in her mind. JrNovels.com
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