But after taking just two steps, he muttered to himself, "Xiaobao, oh Xiaobao, as a man, can you have some backbone?"
Then, Li Xiaobao switched his tone: "Damn, such a beauty, it's a pity she's dead. Even if she deserves to die, she shouldn't have died like that!"
Muttering to himself as he walked upstairs.
When Ling Wanqiu was alone, her pride and loneliness seemed especially terrifying. Looking at the wound on her leg, which was still bleeding, her face showed a hint of sorrow.
With red eyes, she clenched her fists and cursed vehemently: "Li Xiaobao, I curse that you'll never find a wife, get hit by a car while walking, drive into a river, chased every day, and woken up by fright every night..."
As she was cursing, she suddenly saw a shadow appear in the corner of her eye.
Instantly, Ling Wanqiu shut her mouth, her face pale but still cold!
Li Xiaobao had already heard Ling Wanqiu's curse and couldn't help but say, "Damn you, cursing me so venomously!"
