"Miss Lu, the murderer's face does not say that I am a murderer."

When Lu Qingxin heard this, there was an unpleasant flash in her eyes.

"So, are you trying to say that the three words murderer are not written on my face?"

"Miss Lu, regarding Lingtang's death, I heard a rumor that your mother was driven to death by Ye Tianxin, right?"

Seeing that the question finally returned to the outline, Lu Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

She was still very worried that the reporter would not let go after the death of the little fat man.

"It seems that your news is exceptionally well-informed. Yes, my mother was driven to death by Ye Tianxin."

Lu Qingxin said so and so, when she spoke, there were glittering tears in her eyes.

The little fat man's mother handed a pack of wipes in due course.

Lu Qingxin took the paper and gently wiped the tears that did not exist in the corner of her eyes. She whispered, "My mother is the best mother in the world. She has loved me very much since I was a child. When her mother committed suicide by jumping from a building, I thought it was someone who prepared a prank when she was bored. I never thought that she would die..."

Lu Qingxin's voice was soft and sweet.

She whispered, "For a long time, I felt that she was still alive and might walk downstairs. Sometimes, when people on the street saw people with similar backs, I would chase them in despair..."

Lu Qingxin's tears, drop by drop, made me feel pity.

Fatty's mother handed over a bottle of water and carefully opened the cap.

Lu Qingxin took the mineral water bottle and drank one unconsciously.

"Miss Lu, I can appreciate the pain of losing your loved one. Not long ago, I also had a relative who left me. I was very sad, especially sad. When eating and sleeping, I would think of him. Sometimes, I am still faintly blaming myself, why the dead person is not me? If I die, will all this be better? If I want, I would rather the dead person be me than I don’t want to live alone in this world……"

Sadness always resonates with people.

When Lu Qingxin heard this, she nodded, "Me too, I hope that the person who died is me, not her. If I want, I am willing to give up my life, as long as she lives well."

Fatty's mother nodded.

It seems to be in line with Lu Qingxin's words.

"So, if you are given a chance to exchange the length of your life with your mother, would you like it?"

are you willing?

No, of course not.

It's not that she is selfish, but that she really wants to live well.

"Miss Lu Qingxin, are you willing?"

"I do."

No matter how unwilling Lu Qingxin was, she still said the three words I am willing at this time.

She knew she was being interviewed at this time.

What does it matter if you tell lies in the interview?

On the contrary, no one really heard her inner voice.

Her life is so precious.

She would not be willing to hand over her most precious life.

There is only one human life.

There is only one life in life, why should she give up?

"Miss Lu, are you sleepy?"

Lu Qingxin nodded, she couldn't help yawning again and again.

A pair of beautiful eyes are full of tears.

"Since Miss Lu is sleepy, we will take a short break and we will continue the interview later."

"Ok."

Lu Qing closed his eyes drowsy and fell asleep...

She didn't know what **** scene would be waiting for her after she woke up.