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After he finished speaking, he strangled the child in his hand without any hesitation.

He Dai's heart sank as she watched him move. This beast was truly cruel and ruthless. Fortunately...

"No, Tiantian." Ruan Zheng saw that the child had stopped crying and fainted in Yin Junye's arms.

At this moment, she felt like she had fallen into an endless abyss. The abyss was icy cold and biting, like a beast that devoured people's souls, gnawing at her and causing her bones to erode and hurt.

Tiantian, Tiantian, that soft and cute little girl who babbled, that little girl who giggled and bit her hands from time to time, that little girl who didn't have the chance to call her mother.

"Silly girl, why are you so easily frightened?" Yin Junye looked at Ruan Zheng who had fainted in his arms, his tone doting and helpless.

Yin Kun's eyelids twitched. What was going on? The little jackal looked wrong. He had crushed his daughter to death, and he wasn't angry?

"Hahaha, hahaha." A madman's long laughter broke the silence.

Yin Kun turned his head and saw He Dairu, like a mentally ill lunatic, looking at him and laughing sinisterly, with tears rolling down her face as she laughed to the extreme.

He was frightened. This stupid woman?

"Yin Kun, do you know who the child was who died in your hands?"

The cold and strange voice sounded like a ghost demanding his life. Yin Kun's body suddenly stiffened. His intuition told him that this child was definitely not Yin Junye's.

So... he killed the wrong person?

"Yin Junye, are you really so cold-blooded as to disregard your own daughter's life?"

Before Yin Kun had time to think deeply about He Dai's strange behavior, he saw him leaving with the unconscious Ruan Zheng in his arms, and he could no longer hold back.

"My daughter? I don't have a daughter who will die so young."

The low, cold words seemed to mock Yin Kun's ignorance. For a moment, he felt as if he was stepping on broken glass.

What's going on? What's going on? Could it be that the child really isn't his?

But how could it be possible? His people had personally witnessed He Dai snatch the child from Gu Yulan's arms, and then give it to Old Lady Yin...

"He Dai, what on earth is going on?" Yin Kun suddenly glared at her with a sinister look. Seeing that she was still laughing like a madman, his blood boiled.

This idiot's smile was so creepy, and it contained a weirdness that he couldn't understand.

Mrs. Yin was his woman, so naturally she couldn't lie to him. That left this idiot as the only one left. But how could she have the brains to switch the children in public?

"Aren't you smart? Then think about it yourself. Why are you asking me, a stupid woman?"

He Dai's lips curled up coldly, and her eyes, which showed no emotion, stared straight at Yin Kun with contempt in their eyes.

Yin Kun squinted at her, feeling she was up to something. He reached out and grabbed her by the neck, veins popping out on the back of his hand. "Tell me, is this child Yin Junye's daughter?"

Ding He Dai couldn't help but burst out laughing. She was forced to raise her face which was almost suffocated by him. She chuckled like a ghost.

"You're still asking me this stupid question even now, Yin Kun. You're so stupid that it's surprising and laughable."

"He! Dai!" The man's anger was aroused to the highest point by her, and his face was covered with terrifying clouds.

He used his five fingers to dig into her skin and crush her blood vessels.

The atmosphere was as still and cold as death, but He Dai was laughing wildly, her devilish laughter sounded like that of a mentally ill lunatic.

Yin Kun was so angry that he lashed out with force. "Speak, explain it to me clearly, or I'll kill you."

"Do you really want to hear it?" He Dai returned to her normal expression, her voice as cold as ice.

The corners of Yin Kun's mouth twitched with anger, and he didn't say anything, but the increased strength in his hands showed his determination to know.

He Dai slapped his hand that was pinching her neck away, bent down and coughed a few times. After her breathing became smoother, she looked at the dead child on the ground with a cold gaze.

Squatting down, she lifted the blanket covering her pale little face and said slowly, "Yin Kun, don't you think this child looks a lot like..."

The deliberate reservation made Yin Kun's thick eyebrows furrowed so tightly that they could pinch a mosquito to death. What does this child look like? Who does he look like? If it's not Yin Junye, what's the point of looking at someone else?