Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

She touched her face with a trembling hand and found that the person on the bed was still very quiet.

"She's dead, dead." She got up and saw the scissors beside her. Without thinking, she grabbed them and rushed to the bedside and stabbed hard.

Before the scissors touched her face, Gong Mo grabbed them with her backhand.

"You should have died a long time ago, why did you come back?" She said harshly, as if she was crazy.

So many things happened, but she was not driven crazy until she saw this woman. Her fear and terror gathered together, and she fell from the clouds to the bottom of the valley. This was the experience.

"What you have, I have too. What I have, you don't." Gong Mo suddenly spoke.

She sat up from the bed, stretched out her hand to tear open her shirt, revealing her shoulders. The birthmark on her clavicle was lifelike, like a winter plum blossom, trying to bloom.

"No." She roared heartbreakingly and tried to press the scissors, but was slapped away by Gong Mo with her backhand.

"Clang!" The scissors flew away. Under the light, Gong Mo exuded the nobleness of a rich girl. Although she had been imprisoned for many years and lived like a ghost, her aura was not reduced at all.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm not dead." Gong Mo said.

The old lady quickly covered her face, not daring to look at her for half a second, muttering in her mouth: "You are dead."

"He lied to you, I'm not dead." Gong Mo said coldly, as if she saw through everything.

The atmosphere condensed, and the whole room echoed with the old lady's panicked voice. She covered her face, suddenly crawled to the side, broke the cup, and scratched her face.

"Give it back to you, no..." She scratched two marks, suddenly turned her head, looked at Gong Mo and said: "You owe me, you owe me."

She rushed over and tried to poke Gong Mo with a piece of glass.

Miss Gong Mo was still as dignified as ever. She sat there and looked at her coldly. She took the quilt and wrapped her hand, pressed it hard and said, "I have let you for so many years, and you are still not satisfied?"

"You are the ones who harmed me." The old lady said.

Her eyes flickered, and she cried like crazy, saying, "You abandoned me, you didn't want me! I came back, but they said I was a fake, and you are the real one?"

"Even if I pretended to be a ghost, they would only burn incense and pray to God to bless you! Haha, in their eyes, there is only you, Gong Mo." The old lady said.

She started crying as she spoke, and Gong Mo looked at her coldly without saying a word.

"It's all because of you. You took everything from me! I just took your man away, and he...he didn't do it, so I killed him with a knife, haha." She laughed wildly.

Gong Mo was so angry that her hands trembled when she heard this.

"After he died, I...fell in love with your son! He's handsome, young and strong, but he just won't obey me. He's still in love with that woman, so I'll...kill her whole family." The old lady was like crazy.

She muttered to herself, every word was hateful and murderous.

"My parents don't recognize me, your husband doesn't like me, your son doesn't want me, you're all bad people. I want you all to die, all of you."

Hearing this, Gong Mo closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Enough." She said coldly. These things sounded like stories, but they pierced her heart like needles.

Because she was soft-hearted for a while, she hurt so many people! Even her husband and son didn't escape her crazy clutches. She regretted it.

"Not enough, even if you die ten thousand times, it's not enough." The old lady said.

She came to Gong Mo and said, "All this is mine! It's all mine. Who do you think you are? Dare to come back and snatch it from me? Who took you back?"