Su Mumu woke up and found that she was in the hospital. She pulled out the needle on the back of her hand, and staggered out regardless of the blood flowing down.

She couldn't believe her son was dead.

However, as soon as he reached the door of the ward, he was stopped by a person.

She raised her head abruptly, and saw Zhan Zifeng's cold face showing grief: "Even if you don't want to die, your son's life will never come back!"

His words shattered any hope in Su Mumu's heart, and pushed him away in pain: "You lied to me, you lied to me! My son will not die!"

"He's dead, he's been killed by Zhan Yeling!" Zhan Zifeng growled cruelly and angrily.

Su Mumu leaned against the door frame, allowing her body to slide down slowly, crying so hard that she could barely breathe.

"What's the use of crying, even if you cry again, your son will never come back! What you should do now is to find a way to avenge your son and comfort his spirit in heaven!"

Zhan Zifeng pointed at her and growled.

Su Mumu covered her face and wept, crying too much for herself.

In the past two years, she has been living for her child. Now that the child is gone, she suddenly has no support for her life, and her spirit is about to collapse.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Zhan Zifeng grabbed her by the shoulders, saw her pulled up from the ground, and said fiercely: "Did you hear what I said! We must avenge the child and seek justice for him! Or else , even if he is in heaven, he will hate you as a mother!"

Su Mumu's expression shook, as if he had been struck by lightning, his eyes were filled with hatred and hatred, and when a person was most desperate and collapsed, his strength should not be underestimated.

She pushed Zhan Zifeng away violently, with such strength that Zhan Zifeng staggered back a few steps.

Su Mumu hoarsely said: "Why don't you take good care of him, why don't you take good care of him! If you take good care of him, he won't die!"

For two years, she never asked Zhan Zifeng to help her take care of the child, and she never counted on him.

The only time she thought that Zhan Zifeng found out with conscience that he could finally see his son.

She thought that even if he had no conscience to find out, helping her take care of the child was so that she could have a better conversation without being disturbed when she was looking for Shimiao. She also thinks that tiger poison does not eat children, even if Zhan Zifeng doesn't like children, he will not neglect children when no one is around.

Unexpectedly, he left the child alone at home, giving the bad guys a chance.

If Zhan Zifeng stayed at home to take care of the child, even if Zhan Yeling came in, it would be impossible to end the child's life so quickly.

Zhan Zifeng's chest heaved: "I just went down to throw trash, how did I know that Zhan Yeling would come and do something so inferior to a beast?"

"What's the use of saying this now, what's the use!" Su Mumu roared, tears streaming down her face.

"Ah, the back of your hand is bleeding a lot!" The nurse came over, intending to persuade the fight.

It was shocking to see the blood on the back of Su Mumu's hand, and the blood flowed to the ground.

The nurse quickly brought a cotton swab and blocked the needle hole for her.

Su Mumu just cried and didn't care about what she was doing.

Zhan Zifeng glanced at Su Mumu like an idiot, then turned and left.

A Dou who can't help him will always look like this defeated!

He was really overwhelmed by the door, so he did that to Su Mumu in order to get revenge on Xiong Miao.

Zhan Zifeng left, leaving Su Mumu helpless and collapsed, more painful.