Chapter 132 Kill Shen Qingrong and then talk to me (2)

Yan Liti was speaking when she suddenly looked up at Qiao Changdong, staring at him in disbelief.

How did he know?

Could it be that Xiao Jun appeared to him in a dream?

Before she could ask, Qiao Changdong continued, "What is your relationship with Shen Qingrong?"

“He’s my husband’s cousin,” Yan Liti answered truthfully, her face showing disgust.

Because of Shen Qingrong's act of hiding the letter, their little baby was forced to wander outside for more than three years. Even though the Qiao family seems to treat her very well now, it does not lessen Yan Liti's disgust for Shen Qingrong.

She won't let this go so easily!

Once she takes her baby back, she'll go find that family and settle the score!

"And then?" Qiao Changdong asked.

"What?" Yan Liti didn't understand what he meant for a moment.

"And then what did you do with Shen Qingrong? After you found out he took the letter, what did you do with him?"

“I…we…” Yan Liti didn’t know how to answer.

They rushed over as soon as they received the letter, without having time to deal with Shen Qingrong.

Of course, she would never let him go!

However, in their eyes, finding their treasure was more important than dealing with Shen Qingrong.

That's why, after receiving the letter, he couldn't wait to catch the train and come over.

"Then come find us when you've killed Shen Qingrong."

As Qiao Changdong said this, he looked down at Qiao Qiao in his arms. He was thinking about the scene he had seen in the little bubble that time, and he still felt extremely painful and hateful.

But he was useless; even knowing all this, he couldn't avenge her.

Qiao Changdong couldn't even think about those things too much, because if he did, he would be so heartbroken that he couldn't sleep at night.

His precious child, in his previous life, watched him die, watched his mother die, and finally died himself... in a way that involved having his heart and kidneys ripped out. How painful and desperate that must have been.

She's so young, how could those people treat her like this?!

Qiao Qiao didn't say anything.

She sat obediently on Qiao Changdong's lap, her little head buried, carefully peeling the orange flesh, which had already been completely ripped off.

This is her habit; every time she eats an orange, she peels off all the white pith, leaving none behind.

She seemed like a three-year-old child, peeling oranges as if she couldn't understand a word of their cryptic conversation.

However, the little bubbles on his forehead were unusually active.

Especially when they heard Qiao Changdong say that he would kill Shen Qingrong, the little figure in the black bubble was holding a bloodstained knife in one hand and a whetstone in the other.

They emerged from the shadows, sharpening their knives.

He grinned, showing off his tiny white teeth, and made a particularly fierce expression.

He gestured over a wooden puppet with the name Shen Qingrong written on it.

A few seconds later, a bloody heart and a pair of kidneys were cut out of the puppet.

Then, looking at everyone outside the bubble, a line of text appeared on the side: Yes, it's sanded! It's sanded! It's all red bean paste!

What's the meaning?

Yan Liti was completely bewildered, her expression grave.

A sense of unease began to creep into her heart; she had a strange intuition.

She felt as if something had happened, and that it had completely crossed the line she could bear.

Shen Qingyan naturally thought of the nightmare she had been having frequently recently, and her face instantly turned deathly pale.

A familiar, sharp pain shot through my chest.

He reached up and covered his chest.

"!!!" Yan Liti.

Caught off guard by Shen Qingyan's pale face, she swiftly grabbed the nearby trash can and handed it to him, shouting anxiously.

"Spit it out here, and make sure you spit it out in a way that's out of the way, so as not to scare people! If you really can't, you can swallow it back!"

It all boils down to one thing.

I can't scare her darling baby!

"..." Now it was everyone else's turn to be confused.

Looking at Shen Qingyan's pale face, and then at Yan Liti beside him who was on high alert, shoving a trash can in front of him.

"What's wrong, Chief Shen? Are you carsick? Feeling nauseous?" Meng Zhengcheng asked, remembering that his mother always felt this way when traveling by car.

But he thought it was unlikely, since people usually get carsick while in the car, right?

Nobody gets dizzy when they get off a bus.

Moreover, as a leader who is often on missions outside, his body should not be so weak that he would vomit when he sits in a car, right?

He was met with concerned gazes from everyone in the room, including Qiao Qiao's.

Just as Yan Liti was about to explain, she saw Qiao Qiao suddenly reach out a hand.

That hand was fair and delicate, and quite small. Two segments of orange flesh lay in the palm, which was open upwards. She had already peeled away the veins of the orange.

"Eating this will prevent motion sickness," she explained.

Qiao Qiao doesn't get carsick, but she has seen people who do.

Most of those people were women, especially older women.

This was the first time she had ever seen a man get carsick, especially one who looked so tall and strong.

Qiao Qiao's brows furrowed slightly.

She couldn't help but recall how her mother had previously addressed the man in front of her.

Wasteful snacks.

Sure enough—quite useless.

She knew that oranges could help with motion sickness, so she generously handed over two segments of orange flesh.

That's all.

She just counted, and an orange only has eight segments.

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