Chatper 879 (2/2)

Fang Qian walked to the sofa and sat down, preconceived: "I'm thirsty, go and pour me a cup of tea."

Her arrogant attitude instantly aroused Zhu Xiaowan's anger.

But in order to achieve her goal, she endured it.

Go to the kitchen and pour her tea.

With his back to the living room, he didn't notice anything at all.

Fang Qian followed her secretly, without making a sound, wrapped the bag strap around her neck, and tightened it tightly.

"Zhu Xiaowan, go to hell, it's because of you that I'm here!" Fang Qian frowned, strangling her hard.

"It was you who caused me to be abandoned by Zhan Junyi, and it was you who caused me and my son to live on the streets!" Fang Qian bared her teeth, counting her current situation.

Zhu Xiaowan's complexion was black and blue from being strangled, and she was about to die soon. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a fruit knife on the stove. She struggled to hold it in her hand, and stabbed it back hard!

"Eh..." Fang Qian let out a cry of pain, and the strength in her hands loosened.

Zhu Xiaowan quickly took the strap out of her neck.

After being rescued, she turned around and saw Fang Qian lying on the ground with a knife stuck in her stomach, and blood flowed all over the floor.

"You, you..." She stared, full of resentment and wanted to scold her, but before she could utter a word, she tilted her head and relaxed all her strength.

Zhu Xiaowan backed away in fright, but her body was against the stove.

She was breathing ups and downs, tried to calm herself, bent down, and probed Fang Qian's breath with trembling hands!

No breath!

She died?

died?