He looked at the middle-aged social worker Masao Inoue who killed his wife.

Well...it doesn't matter to this person.

Originally Wang Quan thought he was going to commit suicide.

As a result, I didn't have the courage to commit suicide.

Forget it, Wang Quan wouldn't go to the police.

But saving him or something... forget it.

If it were a beautiful girl, Wang Quan could double standard.

This is not even a pretty girl, so why save him?

So Wang Quan poured a glass of orange juice and started to drink Sukiyaki while listening to his story.

Under the light of the candle, Masao Inoue's face looked gloomy and uncertain.

After a few seconds of silence, he said: "The story I told also happened really.

"I have a friend who...killed his wife."

Wang Quan: “Pfft——!”

Seeing that everyone was looking over, he waved his hand to ask Mochizuki Rin not to pat her back, and then smiled and said: "It's okay, I just thought of sad things."

The uncle's speech reminded him of another famous painting.
Chapter completed!