Quick Wear: After completing the mission, I escaped

Jiang Xinyue was pushed to the ground. She sat on the ground and looked at Lin Mingde in disbelief. Her sharp voice irritated Lin Mingde's eardrums: "You dare to push me! Lin Mingde, you actually dare to fight with me! I have been with you for twenty years, and you actually pushed me for Lin Yan!"

Jiang Xinyue stood up and rushed towards Lin Mingde as if she had lost her mind. Jiang Xinyue stretched out her hand and scratched Lin Mingde's cheek, "Lin Mingde, you have no conscience! Because of you, my mother and I suffered so much contempt, and I endured so much contempt and abuse for you! After my son died, you think I'm useless, right? Are you anxious to kick me out so you can find another woman? I tell you, Lin Mingde, no way!"

"Enough! Are you done yet?" Lin Mingde had been dodging Jiang Xinyue's attacks. While dodging, Jiang Xinyue scratched a clear bloody mark on his face from the base of his ear to his jaw.

Lin Mingde hissed, touched his chin with his hand, and then raised his hand and slapped Jiang Xinyue in the face: "You crazy woman, how dare you hit me! For so many years, have I given you less food or clothes!"

The slap was so hard that Jiang Xinyue fell on the sofa, with red blood flowing down the corners of her mouth. Jiang Xinyue covered her cheek with her backhand, tears welling up in her eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Lin Mingde, you dare to hit me. This is the first time you hit me in all these years."

Lin Mingde didn't think he had done anything wrong. His son was dead, wasn't he sad? Jiang Xinyue's words were blaming him for killing Lin Guang, "What's wrong with me hitting you? If you hadn't started it, would I have hit you? If you want a divorce, let's get a divorce!"

"Impossible!" Jiang Xinyue yelled at Lin Mingde hysterically, "You want to divorce me and give all that belongs to my son to Lin Yan? I'm telling you, no way!"

"That's enough!" Lin Mingde was so angry that he stood up and walked around the sofa quickly for a few laps. Then he stopped, put one hand on his waist, pointed at Jiang Xinyue's nose and said, "I'm telling you, Jiang Xinyue, how did my things become your son's? My property, I can give it to whoever I want! Even if I give it all to Lin Yan now, there's nothing wrong with that!"

"Lin Mingde!" Jiang Xinyue suddenly yelled hysterically, "My son can't lose a cent. My son is dead, but his mother is still alive! His share should belong to me, his mother, why should it be given to that cheap woman Liu Shuang? My son! If Liu Shuang hadn't come here to scare my son, he wouldn't have gone to the hospital!"

"Then what else do you want me to do!" Lin Mingde shouted back, "Liu Shuang has been scared to death by Zhang Tianshi, what else do you want to vent your anger!"

"If you want me to feel relieved, I will feel relieved only if Lin Shuang's son dies too!" Jiang Xinyue stretched her neck and yelled. She didn't look pretty at all. The veins on her neck were bulging because of her yelling, and red blood appeared on the whites of her eyes. The tears washed away her makeup, making her face look funny and ridiculous.

Lin Mingde was so angry that he almost laughed, "I'm telling you, it's impossible. I only have Lin Yan as my son now."

"Why don't we try harder? Maybe we can give birth to another child." Jiang Xinyue suggested to Lin Mingde as if possessed.

"I think you are really crazy." Lin Mingde looked at Jiang Xinyue as if he were a madman, and the ending tone of his voice broke.

Jiang Xinyue: "I'm not crazy!"

"Knock knock" "Knock knock", in these few quiet seconds, dull knocking sounds rang out.

Lin Mingde walked towards the door, stood at the door and asked, "Who?"

"Dad, it's me. Xiaoguang." A deep voice sounded, as hoarse and unpleasant as an old machine wound up: "Dad, I can't open the door, can you help me open the door?"

After hearing the answer, Lin Mingde broke out in a cold sweat. Lin Guang had died a long time ago, and the person outside at this moment was definitely not Lin Guang. "You've got the wrong person. This is not your home."

"I'm not in the wrong place." The dull voice sounded again, too low to be alive: "My home is right here."

The banging sound was heard again, but this time it was different from before. This time the sound seemed like something was hitting the door.

"Who is it?" Jiang Xinyue walked to the door and asked.

Lin Mingde hurriedly used his index finger to silence Jiang Xinyue and whispered, "There are no people outside."

Jiang Xinyue was so frightened that she almost lost her balance. She grabbed the corner of the cabinet next to her to steady herself and asked, "Is it a ghost?"

Lin Mingde did not answer immediately, but turned on the video doorbell and looked outside.

There was a man in black standing outside, with his head lowered and banging it against the solid wooden door.

Jiang Xinyue looked at everything that was happening in front of her in disbelief, "What should I do now?" Jiang Xinyue was so scared that she forgot to control her volume.

Lin Mingde quickly covered Jiang Xinyue's mouth and said, "Don't talk if you don't want to die!"

"Mom, I heard your voice." The person outside stopped the banging and said, "Mom, I'm Xiaoguang, let me go home."

After hearing this, Jiang Xinyue quickly pried Lin Mingde's hands apart and said excitedly, "That's Xiaoguang. Xiaoguang is outside. Let him in."

After saying that, Jiang Xinyue hurriedly reached out to open the door.

"You're crazy!" Lin Mingde held the door handle tightly, refusing to let Jiang Xinyue touch it. "Xiaoguang is dead. It can't be Xiaoguang outside!"

Jiang Xinyue paused when she heard this. If that person outside wasn't Xiaoguang, then who was that?

The man outside didn't seem to expect that no one inside opened the door for him, and he pounded on the wooden door angrily, shouting: "Why don't you open the door for me! Mom, it hurts so much, it really hurts! Xiaoguang wants to go home! Mom, can you please open the door!"

Jiang Xinyue watched from the surveillance camera that the man outside was pounding on the door angrily. The black clothes he was wearing looked more and more familiar. Wasn't this the shroud they had given Lin Guang?