Dressed as a surrogate cannon fodder

Zhao Qiuru looked at Jiang Jinyue's collarbone, where there was the same red pustule. She pulled her clothes off with force, almost fainting.

And Jiang Jinyue also saw it, the pustule on her arm was bigger than her face, because she was focused on her face before, and her body was not painful, so she didn't notice that she had it on her body, this time Jiang Jinyue completely broke down and cried loudly Shouting, it was heart-piercing, heartbreaking.

Zhao Qiuru opened her mouth to comfort her daughter, but she couldn't make a sound for a long time. Jiang Lin was really ruthless, this was to completely destroy her daughter.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Jinyue, whose throat was still hurt, couldn't cry anymore, Zhao Qiuru clenched the handkerchief in her hand, closed her eyes, and said compromisingly, "Also, I will return all the dowry to that little bitch people!"

The author has something to say: There are small red envelopes for the comments in this chapter, okay~