Ah Zhong forcefully broke Wei Hong's leg on his neck, turned over and pressed Wei Hong, and when he wanted to turn around and pinch her, Wei Hong grabbed the glass shards on the ground and scattered them on Ah Zhong's face, and then pushed him down while Ah Zhong was dodging, twisted and rolled out of Ah Zhong's attack range.

"Brother Ah Zhong!" Seeing that the two had finally separated, Lu Yuelin ran over to help Ah Zhong up.

Xia He finally got off the chair, walked slowly to Wei Hong's side, and then stretched out a hand to the person lying on the ground.

"If you're still alive, get up yourself. Seeing that Wei Hong didn't move, Xia He kicked her gently.

Wei Hong grabbed Xia He's hand, then hugged her thigh, and struggled to get up. The fire that had just burned vigorously had been extinguished, and the whole house was filled with a pungent and unpleasant smell.

The whole room fell into an eerie silence, except for Xia He, the breathing of the other three people was very heavy, Ah Zhong recognized Xia He, and the two sides slowly stood hostile.

The biggest change in mood was Lu Yuelin, and when Xia He slowly came out of the darkness, she was surprised and incredulous. She didn't understand, Xia He had disappeared for so long, why did she suddenly appear again?

Lu Yuelin may just make up too much of her brain, Xia He and Wei Hong are just a simple acquaintance, and occasionally they can have a friendship between the two ribs, neither deep nor shallow, not loss or debt, but Lu Yuelin thought that she was being used and toyed.

Xia He stood beside Wei Hong indifferently, and even turned on his mobile phone to help her check the wound, and helped her pull out the glass that was stuck in the flesh.

"It's handsome to work hard to be what you want to be, but you can't help it. Xia He seemed to be talking to himself, but smart people knew that she was telling Ah Zhong.

"You don't know anything, why are you jumping to conclusions for me here!" Ah Zhong is still sober, knowing what he is talking about and what he wants.

Xia He shrugged his shoulders, looking very regretful, yes, she didn't know anything, but she could smell the smell of the anti-bone boy on Ah Zhong's body, she knew that he would not be willing to be nameless, and she also knew that all these changes of him were with a strong purpose.

Because she had experienced betrayal, and it was a real betrayal between her closest relatives, she was able to capture that subtle ambition.

"I don't care what your reason is, whether it's personal love and hatred, or blatant family hatred, my brother is my bottom line!" Wei Hong always held his head high and faced everything with the posture of a victor.

"Everything your brother got today is what he got by killing my brother. You ask him if he can't sleep every night, if he always has nightmares, and if he always feels like there's a pair of eyes staring at him?"

"Don't think that he eats fasting and recites Buddha, don't think that he donates money for public welfare, don't think that he can be redeemed and forgiven by trekking through mountains and rivers to visit left-behind children! I tell you, it's impossible! He will live in the shadow of my brother for the rest of his life, and be tied up forever on the night my brother died!"

The more Ah Zhong spoke, the more hysterical he became, the more he spoke, the more hideous he became, he broke free of Lu Yuelin's support, and stumbled and pointed to the oil painting hanging crookedly on the wall.

"You widen your eyes and look, you look at it! You call Wei Wenhui to take a look!" Ah Zhong walked to the wall and poked at the painting excitedly.

"Why didn't he dare come and see it? Why didn't he come and see it?"

The blood-stained oil painting shook on the wall, and the last nail was released, and the oil painting fell to the ground with a clatter, Ah Zhong knelt on the ground excitedly, and then hugged the oil painting and shouted "brother".