Bang!
Lin Yiran raised his trembling hand and slapped Gao Rourou in the face.
She grabbed Gao Rourou's corner of her clothes tightly, and despair and anger intersected in her heart, making her almost use all her strength to push Gao Rourou down aside.
Gao Rourou, whose center of gravity was unstable, fell to the ground. She touched her slightly swollen cheeks and just laughed a few times, "You fight, as long as you feel relieved. Do you want me to dig out your mother's ashes for you? Let you vent your anger?"
Lin Yiran leaned weakly on the table, and she threw all the documents on the table to the ground.
After slapping Gao Rourou, he couldn't replace his mother who was killed by them.
Her mother is innocent!
Do they selfishly deprive others of their lives for a good life?
Lin Yiran chewed her teeth, and an uncontrollable anger flashed in her eyes: "Why do you want to kill my mother? Are you not afraid of retribution!"
Every word Gao Rourou was like a sharp sword, piercing into her heart.
The cause of mother's death eroded her heart bit by bit.
She actually lived with the murderer for many years, and almost called the murderer as her mother under the threat of her father.
She actually lived under the same roof as the murderer who killed her mother for many years...
Lin Yiran leaned against the desk, and her face was pale, and she could no longer control her emotions at this moment.
Her tears dripped down her cheeks on the back of her hands like a broken thread.
Gao Rourou always sat on the ground. Lin Yiran, who learned the truth, was as desperate as she imagined.
The darkness in her eyes was bottomless, and she continued to provoke with a smile on her face, "Do you think dad cares about you very much? He left the old house of Lin family to me! He didn't give you anything, so it was him who was punished!"
"Get out... Leaving Lin's Group, I will never want to see you again in my life..."
Lin Yiran bit her back teeth tightly, and she turned her back to Gao Rourou, not wanting to look back at this woman.
Even if they had half the blood similar to each other, she could not forgive them.
It was Gong Meimei who killed her mother with her own hands. This hatred was deeply engraved in her heart and she would never forget it for the rest of her life.
Gao Rourou stood up slowly and snorted coldly at Lin Yiran: "Dad's ashes, do you still want them?"
"want."
Lin Yiran almost squeezed out of her throat for this simple word.
She turned around and stared at Gao Rourou, her face so gloomy that it made people feel scared.
"You still think he is your father?" Gao Rourou was a little shocked and revealed the truth. Why did Lin Yiran insist on returning his father's ashes?
Lin Yiran's lips trembled slightly, and his breathing became rapid. "You must bury him and the murderer for the rest of your life, don't smear my mother's cemetery."
Such a man plays with her mother and daughter in his palm.
After so many years, Lin Yiran has always believed that the relationship between father and Gong Meimei only existed after his mother passed away.
How dare she think that even Gao Rourou is his father's child!
Now that I think about it, my father's bias at that time was taken for granted.
Gao Rourou competes for her things. Is there any other choice she has besides giving it to Gao Rourou?

Chapter completed!