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The scream made Liang Zhendong quickly rush over.

When he pushed open the door, he saw Qiao Xia holding onto a fruit knife. Blood was continuously dripping from it.

As for He Sanqing, her face was pale as a sheet. She lay on the ground, dying. Her lower abdomen was dyed red by her blood. She looked like a broken rag doll.

Qiao Xia's trembling hands loosened their grip and the fruit knife fell to the ground, producing a loud sound. Her empty eyes stared at Liang Zhendong, who was standing at the doorway. She had long since lost all sense of propriety.

The air was filled with the smell of blood. Qiao Xia would never have thought that He Yanqing would do such a thing.

Liang Zhendong rushed in. He didn't have the time to bother with Qiao Xia who was at the side. He picked He Sanqing up in his arms and ran out in a hurry.

When he arrived at the door, Qiao Xia was jolted awake as he trembled and called out Liang Zhendong's name.

Liang Zhen Dong stopped walking and turned his head to look at Qiao Xia.

That gaze was something Qiao Xia would probably never forget for the rest of his life. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes. His gaze was frighteningly cold, as if he wanted to swallow Qiao Xia whole.

At this moment, Qiao Xia also understood. In this lifetime, she would never be able to enter into Liang Zhendong's heart. This man's heart had long since been filled with the desire of He Xianqing.

She knew that Liang Zhen Dong wouldn't let her off. Moreover, she wasn't willing to leave, even if Liang Zhen Dong had all sorts of misunderstandings about her. Qiao Xia also didn't want He Wan Qing to hurt him in the slightest.

Moreover, she also wanted to find out one thing: how exactly did her child die …

Qiao Xia sat blankly on the bed until two in the morning when he heard familiar footsteps.