"You vicious woman!"
Song Rao stood on the rooftop of B Central Hospital, looking at the group of people blocking the door with disdain, patience, and disgust in their eyes, and the corners of her mouth twitched.
"It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not, we all saw it! It was you who pushed my sister down the stairs." Said a young man who looked like he was no more than 17 years old wearing a white shirt with 'three' printed on it.
The two young men next to them, whose shirts had 'one' and 'two' printed on them, also nodded.
Well, her mother is really good at giving birth.
This was Song Rao's last ridiculous thought before his death.
"Ah, yes, I was the one who pushed him. Although I don't know what was going on in this little girl's head when the restaurant was obviously on fire, she blocked the entrance to the stairs and refused to let us go down after listening to the words of that stupid uncle who was jealous of money." When the young man next to her was about to interrupt, she glanced at him with a dagger.
"She just had water in her head. She didn't want to live. But we didn't want to die at that time, so I pushed her down. She was fine. She woke up at one o'clock this afternoon. What are you doing?"
After Song Rao finished speaking, he pretended to hold his hair with his hand.
Unexpectedly, the movement was too big...
Before she could look closer at the shocked and adoring (?) Eyes in front of her, she fell,
The only thing that was heard clearly was the voice that was full of anger and unwillingness before it was finished, and was later replaced by fear and shock.
"You...!"
'Vicious woman. ' Song Rao only had time to laugh in the air at this time.
Yes, she is a vicious woman.
A vicious woman who wants to clear her name.
Don't remember my full order!