C283 Old Bastard
C283 Old Bastard
"You!"
" You drugged my wine glass and even got reporters to surround me. You harmed my reputation and stepped on my shoulder to pave the way for Tang Mengqian. Compared to what you did to me, these are only light things. Now, you just want your 'philanthropist' account to fall off, and you can't take it anymore? "
" The reason why I can be safe and sound as Miss Tang is because my mother is the owner of that villa. It is because the Tang Corporation is my mother's betrothal partner. At most, you only contributed a sperm, but your contribution is not that great. The only thing I can repay you with is that great! "
"Tang Qingge!" Tang Chengguo said in anger, "Don't forget what kind of person you are. Aren't you afraid that I will tell others about what happened five years ago and cause you to fall in the entertainment industry?"
"If you dare to do that, I will tell the police about what Tang Mengqian and Lin Fengya did to me. It is still too early to say who will be kicked out of the entertainment industry!"
Tang Chengguo's eyes turned red and he was so angry that he trembled. "Don't talk nonsense!"
"I am talking nonsense? You dare to say that you don't know about these things?"
He wasn't afraid of ghosts knocking on his door if he didn't do anything wrong.
Tang Qingge sneered," Don't forget that you still owe a life. Sure enough, did you sleep well every day after you died? You must have dreamt of him! Did he ask you in his dream why he didn't save me? Why didn't you save me?"
Tang Chengguo's pupils constricted. "Shut up!"
" Do you remember what he looks like? Do you still remember him lying on the bed staring at you? He looked at you with hatred, but you just didn't want to save him. It was you who caused his death! "
"Tang Chengguo, do you have a guilty conscience? Do you feel comfortable using the title of philanthropist that you got by stepping on your son's corpse? You must remember how my mother looked before she died, right? After doing so many wrongdoings, how can you be a philanthropist? Aren't you afraid that lightning will strike you, a person who committed serious crimes?!"
Tang Qingge's voice was like a ghost as her words lingered in Tang Chengguo's heart. Ling Han was precipitous, and every word was like a sharp blade that fiercely stabbed into his heart, causing his face to turn blue and exceptionally ugly.
He shouted excitedly, "It wasn't me, he wasn't killed by me!"
At this moment, everyone's comments flashed on the screen, and the bright screen reflected Tang Chengguo's face that was even scarier than a ghost.
"Can he still sleep now? That is his only son. I really don't understand why he can save his son but not save him. Is he willing to watch my incense stick break?
" Cold-blooded and heartless. This kind of person should go to the 18 layers of hell! Pull out his tongue!"
"Tang Chengguo, do you sleep well at midnight? Won't you have nightmares when your son comes looking for you? "
He glanced at Tang, and Tang's dying appearance seemed to appear in front of him. That scene was deeply engraved in his mind. Tang had indeed grabbed onto his clothes before he died. His eyes stared fixedly at him, as if he was hating why he did not save him.
There was also Tang Qingge's mother. Both of them looked at him with hatred in their eyes.
Tang Chengguo threw away his phone in shock. His whole body trembled, and he was greatly frightened.
"Chengguo, what happened to you? Don't scare me! What's wrong with you?"
Lin Fengya was frightened. Tang Chengguo curled up on the ground with his back arched like a shrimp. He looked at Lin Fengya but seemed to have received an even greater shock. His lips trembled as he shouted," Go away, don't touch me! Don't touch me!"