My Son Fell from the Building and My Wife Was Busy Dyeing Her Hair. I Went Crazy
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Just after I got off the plane on a business trip, I received the news that my son had accidentally fallen from a building and died. I was holding my son's deceased photo and was in agony. But he saw his wife and first love meeting each other in the middle of the night. "Just die, lest you grow up to be as useless as his father!" "Your ex-wife who passed away didn't give you any more dreams, right? I just say this trick works!" I stood there as if struck by lightning. It turned out that his son's death was deliberately designed by his wife. Because her ex-wife, whose first love died, regretted that she did not have a son and a half during her lifetime, she often bothered him with dreams. I pinched my palm tightly and resisted from rushing out. I want them both to be buried with my child!
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