As long as he could sleep with Yang Hongxing every night, he didn't think much about anything else. Nothing could beat the excitement of singing and merry-making night after night.
"Jing Min, save your breath, even if someone knows you came here, they'll think it was Tang Huai who called you over. They'll only believe Tang Huai killed you, and we... can still live happily ever after." Yang Hongxing walked over, squatted in front of Jing Min, and looked at her with a smile in her eyes: "Rest assured, I'll burn incense for you every Qingming Festival."
"You and him..." Jing Min looked at Yang Hongxing and Daqiang in horror.
Yang Hongxing sneered: "That's right, I've got something going on with him. He comes to your old house every night to sleep with me. How about it? Shocked?"
"You..." Jing Min was so angry she couldn't speak.
"Jing Min, don't be afraid, and don't be angry. Tang Huai will soon join you down there."
Jing Min's face paled: "What have you done to Tang Huai?"
