Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
“Doctor…” Fatty started shivering again. He whispered under his breath to warn Jiang Cheng. However, when he felt a pinch around his waist, he shut up again. Jiang Cheng’s meaning was clear. Fatty consoled himself. If he could see the issues with Department Head Li, Jiang Cheng could as well. He probably had figured out how to escape.
“How did Chen Yao die?” Jiang Cheng asked again.
Department Head Li raised her head. The face under the glasses felt unfamiliar to them. Soon, the coarse voice rang, “She hanged herself.”
“Was it a suicide?”
The woman nodded. “Yes.”
To be honest, Fatty didn’t trust the woman before them. Chen Yao might be real. She could be the ghost who came back. But… Fatty pursed his lips as sweat trickled down his neck. Who could say the woman before them was not Chen Yao? She could be the ghost.
Fatty wanted to grab Jiang Cheng's camera to test his theory. He had just extended his hand when he received a murderous look from Jiang Cheng. Fatty trembled and pulled his hand back. When Fatty took another look, Jiang Cheng reverted to normal. The latter looked at the woman, and the edges of his lips were tight as he waited for the answer.
“Chen Yao was a new student from 09,” The woman began slowly. Her coarse voice instantly brought them back in time.
“I was a grade older than her. I was her senior. I was the hostess during their batch’s icebreaker ceremony. She performed during the event. That was how we met. She was very beautiful. She could dance and sing. She was radiant during the event and grabbed many people’s attention. I noticed her grace and talent in ballet, so I suggested that she switch to ballet as her major.” She paused before explaining, “She joined the school to attend the contemporary dance major.”
“Dance Class One?” Jiang Cheng asked.
“Yes.” The woman nodded. “That is the biggest regret of my life.” Her voice was low, and her lips arched into a strange curve.
She personally sent her love rival to her fiance… Fatty thought no wonder her hatred is so deep. Of course, he wo
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