C1544 The Hatred for His Wife
It's late at night. Zhou Cuifen fainted at the back door of the kindergarten and saw that one of her hand bowls had been cut. Not long after, blood flowed onto the ground.
After Chen Fusheng finished doing all this, he did not even look at the unconscious Zhou Cuifen. He walked straight to a room on the first floor and took it out from a hidden corner. A gun!
That's right!
It was a gun