Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

"I've been in so much pain these past few years, I almost died, but you still gritted your teeth and refused to tell me the truth. Do you think you'd feel at ease if I really died?"

Wencheng frowned and scolded him without any politeness.

"That's enough. I think you're getting more and more crazy. Come home less often. We don't want to see you either. If you have the time to go out and make some extra money, it's good too."

"Your brother is still waiting for money. He will need it when he gets married. We are old and don't have the ability to make money. We have to rely on you two sisters to help us."

"Even if you can't compare to the second brother, you still have to work harder, make more money, and contribute as much as possible..."

The light in Wen Ning's eyes dimmed as he spoke. She knew that at this point, no matter what she said, it would be useless. Since it was useless, why should she be the only one suffering?

If she doesn't have a good life, then no one can have an easy life. If no one seeks justice for her, then she will have to seek it herself.

The opportunity has been given to them, but they didn't cherish it. So don't blame yourself. Once she gets the evidence she needs, she will report it.

Wen Ning put down the corn, turned around and walked upstairs, quietly put the recorder in the corner, ready to record their conversation, which could be used as evidence later.

Sure enough, as soon as she left, the old couple got together and started planning something. Without them knowing, it was all recorded, and netizens conducted a direct human flesh search based on the information.

All the information about the second daughter of the Wen family was dug out.

Wen Ning opened her phone, glanced at the live broadcast comments, wiped away her tears, adjusted her mood, wrote down the important information one by one, and would start taking action tomorrow.

Several days passed in a flash. Wen Ning secretly collected a lot of evidence under the pretext of taking his leader out to play. The netizens in the live broadcast room were almost furious.

They all got busy, waiting to see the evildoers get their comeuppance.

But on the last day, something went wrong.

Wang Cuilian heard from others that they went to school and even saw the principal. Her heart skipped a beat and she hurried home.

The old couple knew something bad was going to happen after they discussed it, so they locked the person up and stood at the door threateningly: "You little bitch, did you go to retrieve the files? Hand over what the principal gave you."

"If you don't take it out, don't even think about getting it out."

Wen Ning sneered and called the police without hesitation. She just had to wait until the police arrived. She made such preparations and would never give up easily.

"Nothing. I just went back to see the principal. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do."

Wang Cuilian's face was gloomy, and she cursed loudly: "You stupid girl, I didn't give you anything, why did you lock the door from the inside? You must be feeling guilty. If you don't open it, we will break it down."

The two sides were pulling each other, and Wen Ning pulled the cabinet against the door, thinking that everything was safe, but she didn't expect her parents to be so cruel.

In order to force her out, they burned something directly by the window and blew the smoke in, trying to force her out by using smoke. The netizens in the live broadcast room were all stunned.

[Fuck, this is called rustic simplicity, how vicious! This is my own daughter, I took her life, lied to her for years, and now I'm forcing her out like this.]

[This is so vicious! If smoke like this gets into your lungs, it could be fatal. This is clearly murder.]

[Yes, please help call the police immediately, don’t let the blogger really die…]

Wen Ning looked at the people outside the window, coughing from the smoke, and said intermittently: "Mom and Dad, please stop, are you going to burn me to death? Cough cough ~ ~ ~ ~ ~"

"Silly girl, don't think we can't control you. You really want to go to heaven and choke me, right? Then open the door. Just hand over your things and go out to work obediently. You can come home in the future."

"If you don't obey, hmph."

Wang Cuilian's face looked ferocious and scary.

"If you don't obey, you'll choke to death in there. No one saw you anyway, so no one would know how you died. I'll just say you burned a coal stove in the house and died of poisoning, and people will believe it."

"When the body is burned, who do you think will know? Silly girl, I'm just giving you face. Look at you now, how can you compare to your sister? You're still so stubborn every day."