The day I was killed by a scumbag and my best friend, I realized who really loved me.
As an adopted son, he avenged me after my death and then left with me.
Reborn one month before the wedding, I broke into his study and said, "I want to marry you."
The documents in his hand were scattered on the floor, and his eyes were red: "Do you know the price of this sentence?"
I smiled and kissed him: "This time, I will chase you."
When the scumbag begged to get back together, I showed my ring and said, "Call me auntie."
And my "best friend" is still dreaming of a rich family, but she doesn't know that I have already laid a dragnet for her.
