"how?

Are you afraid?"

Chen Mange looked at them with a look of confusion.

"If you let you go in, what's the point!"

A bodyguard was a little angry and pushed Chen Mange in.

A cold wind suddenly came to my face.

Chen Mange couldn't help but touch his arm.

So cold! Is this room a cold storage?

She looked around but couldn't see anything clearly.

It was clearly during the day, but it was terrible darkness here.

Chen Mange reached out to fumble on the wall, and turned on the light when he touched the wall switch.

At the same time, the door was quickly closed and even locked.

This series of weirdness made Chen Mange a little scared, but she still pretended to take a look.

The whole room was designed as a mourning hall, with Fang Ting's photos hanging on the head of the bed, and her body was placed straight on the bed.

The windows of the entire room were tightly closed, and even black curtains were drawn to cover them.

If Chen Mange guessed well, a cold storage device should have been added to this room to prevent Fang Ting's body from rotting.

Chen Mange is quite brave, and she doesn't think Fang Ting will harm her. After all, the two of them have no grudges or grudges, right?

To be precise, they can be considered friends.

She slowly came to Fang Ting's bed. When she saw Fang Ting's face, she was shocked and almost squatted on the ground.

Fang Ting's seven orifices were bleeding, her face was dark, and she knew she had died of poisoning at a glance.

But didn’t Lan Chen say that Fang Ting died of illness?

And if it is poisoning, wouldn’t it be easy to save Fang Ting with Lan Chen’s blood?

Why do you still want to invite Zhang Yin?

Chen Mange can't figure it out or understand it.

She swallowed, gently stretched out her hand and held Fang Ting's hand.

Fang Ting's body was already stiff because the air conditioner was still intact, but Chen Mange felt that this was the biggest insult to Fang Ting.

Could it be that Fang Ting's poisoning is related to Fang Qian?

Chen Mange couldn't figure it out, and he didn't have the time or opportunity to ask.

"Fang Ting, we parted in the dungeon, but we didn't expect it to be a farewell forever.

Don't worry, no matter what wrong you have, I will help you cleanse it.

And I promised that I will rescue Lan Chen and let you go with peace of mind."

Chen Mange said in a low voice.

She knew there must be a monitor in this room, but her voice was very small, so small that she couldn't even hear it clearly. She didn't believe Fang Qian's ears would be so easy to use.

There are everything here, but everything belongs to Fang Ting.

Chen Mange deeply realized that Fang Qian really planned to replace Fang Ting, become a member of the Fang family, and then marry Tang Ziyuan.

If this old woman had this plan five years ago, then she was too scheming.

Five years ago, she was the daughter-in-law of the Ye family. At that time, Fang Qian had no intention of letting her stay in the Ye family.

If it weren't for her coming back to find Ye Nanxian five years later, Chen Mange wouldn't know what she is now, would she have become the puppet in Fang Qian's hand?

But she didn't understand why Fang Ting was a child of the Fang family, so why was she thrown away as a pawn?

Maybe Fang Ting's mother can give her this answer, but now she probably won't see her.

The air conditioning was on very high, and Chen Mange felt that he was about to be frozen.

She kept rubbing her arms and looked around. She couldn't stand it anymore and ran to Fang Ting's wardrobe to find a coat and put it on her body.

After feeling a little warm, Chen Mange sat on the carpet, looking at the gorgeously designed room, thinking of Fang Ting's fate, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

The people outside didn't hear Chen Mange's shouting, and they also admired Chen Mange's courage. A good thing approached the door and knocked on the door and said, "Hey, are the people inside still breathing?"

Chen Mange smiled faintly and replied, "Are you going to come in and have a look?"

"It's better not to be there, you can keep it yourself. I'll tell you that you'll be haunted in the middle of the night, so you can ask for good luck."

After saying that, the outside was silent in an instant.

Haunted?

Chen Mange sneered, there are so many things in this world that humans are more terrifying than ghosts. If they are really haunted, she would want to find out how Fang Ting died.

Time slipped away minute by minute.

Before I knew it, Chen Mange was a little sleepy.

She lay on the edge of Fang Ting's bed and fell asleep in a daze.

It seemed that someone was stroking her hair in her sleep, one by one, and very gentle.

Chen Mange couldn't help but think of her mother Xiao Ai. She had been doing so for so long, and she didn't know if she was good. There was no news from Yang Fan, which made her very worried.

"Mom..." She murmured unconsciously, and then slowly fell asleep.

When the sun rose the next morning, Chen Mange woke up.

Although the room was still dark, there was still a little more light.

Chen Mange looked at Fang Ting. She was still the same. The dream last night was really a dream.

She went to the bathroom to wash, and then waited for Fang Qian to come to find her.

But the first person to come was Mrs. Fang.

After she entered the door, she saw Chen Mange sitting next to Fang Ting's bed, and Fang Ting's position had not moved at all, and Mrs. Fang's face was much better.

"I tell you, don't touch my daughter, do you know?

You are just a substitute and you will never be my daughter in this life! There is only one daughter, and that is Tingting!"

Mrs. Fang's eyes were red, and she could tell that she had cried all night.

Perhaps Mrs. Fang hasn't had a good night's sleep since Fang Ting's death.

"Do you think Fang Ting will not blame you?

As a mother, you are not able to protect your children."

Chen Mange's words made Mrs. Fang pause for a moment, and then said in a little embarrassed manner: "What do you know?

Who doesn’t listen to the entire housing price?

She is the mistress of the family!"

“Can you give your daughter unconditionally for this mistress?

You and I know that Fang Ting died abnormally.

How did she die?

Don’t you, a mother, want your daughter to be buried as soon as possible?”

Chen Mange's aggressive force made Mrs. Fang cover her face and cry.

“Why don’t I want to?

This is my daughter! It is my daughter who was born ten months pregnant! Why don’t I want her to grow up happily?

But now she is lying here and can no longer hear my voice. I really want to die on her behalf."

"What's the point of saying it sounds nice? You still watch Fang Qian kill her.

I really don’t understand why the order of a mistress in the family can make you sacrifice your daughter’s life?”

"Why?

Isn’t it because our whole family’s lives are in her hands?

Where can we go?

We were born in the Fang family, and the rules of the Fang family’s ancestors were to follow the mistress of the family.

Although my husband is a professor, he is nothing in front of Fang Qian.

We can't bear to part with our daughter, but my parents, my brothers and sisters, and my husband's brothers and sisters' lives are all in her hands. What can we do?

Do you think we haven't figured out a way?

We thought about it too, and we even invited Sai Yan Luo Zhangyin to come, but she was afraid that Fang Qian would run away in the end.
To be continued...