Chapter 941
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Su Zhinian noticed the stiffness in Song Qingchun's body, and his frown deepened.
"Is she injured …" Before Su Zhinian could finish, he saw Song Qingchun's eyes darken as she stared at something. He understood instantly, and he followed Song Qingchun's gaze.
Fang Rou stared at her empty palms with a complicated expression. She mumbled, "What's going on? What's going on?" Then she suddenly raised her head to look at Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian. The eyes that stared at them were filled with hatred like she wanted to kill them.
"Did you do this? Or did you? " Fang Rou's eyes wandered between Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian several times before meeting Su Zhinian's eyes. "It was you? It was you, wasn't it? What have you done to me? You … "
Fang Rou grabbed a chair like she had lost her mind and threw it at Su Zhinian and Song Qingchun.
Su Zhinian unconsciously stepped in front of Song Qingchun to shield her. The chair slammed into the window of the yacht, shattering the glass.
Su Zhinian turned to ask Song Qingchun in a whisper, "Is the recording done?"
"It's done."
"Let's get out of here first, the police will be here soon …"
Just as Su Zhinian finished, Fang Rou screamed shrilly, "You want to leave? You've boarded this yacht, and you still want to leave? Let me tell you, no way! "
As Fang Rou finished, she quickly pressed the button on the remote that she had pulled out from her pocket. The yacht that was parked by the sea shook violently and started to hum. The yacht seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, and it started to charge into the depths of the sea.
"Sh * t!" Su Zhinian cursed under his breath. He narrowed his eyes, and Fang Rou tossed the remote at him. Su Zhinian pressed the button twice, but the yacht showed no sign of stopping.
Fang Rou, who was once again under his control, recovered faster this time. Even though she had no idea what was going on, she cut to the chase with a cold smirk. "Don't waste your energy. Before Song Qingchun boarded the yacht, I already did something to it. She won't be able to stop. Even if the police arrive, they won't be able to catch up to us in a short amount of time. When they do, we'll all be buried in the sea …"
Fang Rou got more and more excited as she spoke, and she started to laugh hysterically.
Song Qingchun instinctively gripped Su Zhinian's shirt. Her laughter sent chills up Song Qingchun's spine.
Su Zhinian, who sensed her anxiety, silently reached out to hold her hand.
Fang Rou, who had been laughing for a long time, finally stopped. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears that had fallen from the corner of her eyes. She tilted her head to look at Song Qingchun and said with a smile, "Didn't you say you had something to tell me before I fired the gun?
"What a coincidence. Right now, before the three of us are buried in the depths of the sea, I have something to tell you too …"
Then, Fang Rou walked to a tripod that was covered in red cloth. She pulled it off, and the iPad inside showed the scene in the Song family's living room.
Song Menghwa sat on the sofa with his hands over his chest, his face pale. His lips opened and closed, and tears rolled down his cheeks.
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