Chapter 22 You should have a daughter named Wu Daya, right?

  hearse? !   Everyone present was dumbfounded.   Tang Yuyi was stunned for a moment...   Then, memories of the ancient times flooded in like a tide.   She remembered that in a previous life, when she realized that her death was coming, she called and made an appointment for a hearse.   Because if she died, no one would know, and it might not be found until months later, or years later, or never.   She seemed to see her sixteen-year-old self, feeling sad and lonely in her heart, but she was very calm and even called in a cold tone...   "Hello? Are you still there?" Tang Yuyi couldn’t hear her voice over there, so she continued to ask one sound.   "I’m here. I’m sorry, uncle, Wu Daya, she’s gone." Tang Yuyi suppressed the choking in her throat and said calmly.   "What about the corpse? This is the hearse she made for herself." There was a lot of confusion over there.   "I’m sorry, uncle, go back and let you run in vain." Tang Yuyi hung up the phone without waiting for the other party to reply.   Then, she looked up at the Jiang family.   These people are the ones who gave her sorrow and despair. I didn’t expect that they would be connected to her past in such a way.   "You know Wu Daya?" Jiang Xiusi said with a hint of hesitation.   "Mr. Jiang, Mrs. Jiang, you should have a daughter named Wu Daya, right?" Tang Yuyi suddenly laughed and said in a voice that was almost whispering.   However, everyone saw the sadness and anger in her eyes.   Like a child who is crying but pretending to laugh.   The expressions of the Jiang family were all stiff.   "By the way, you don’t want to admit it, because you’re afraid your fake daughter will commit suicide." Just as Mrs. Jiang was about to open her mouth, she was interrupted by Tang Yuyi, who smiled and glanced at Jiang Yanran.   "Shut up! I don’t know what you’re talking about." Mrs. Jiang roared.   Can’t let others know that Yanran is not their biological daughter, Yanran will not be able to bear it. Yanran wanted to commit suicide because she was afraid that others would know that she was not the daughter of the Jiang family.   "Did you know that Wu Daya died? Did you know that there was no one around when she died? Did you know that she made an appointment for a hearse because she was afraid that she would rot in the rental house?" Tang Yuyi stopped smiling, using the calmest voice. Looking at the Jiang family’s four people with expressions.   She was originally very handsome, and she looked at the four with her eyes, and the pressure of the real immortal was revealed, and the four of the Jiang family suddenly felt breathless.   On the side, An Zhengxian and Lin Yi were dumbfounded. What is the plot trend?   "Wu Daya is the same as me. Her parents are trash. They beat her anytime and anywhere. She sold her for the last 20,000 yuan."   "Little girl, don’t talk nonsense, we haven’t done any of these things." sound.   "Of course you haven’t done it, because you haven’t raised her. What I was talking about was the pair of rubbish that raised her."   "..."   "..."   The Jiang family was silent.   "Then you know that she escaped from the dead and met her biological parents. You thought that she had survived the day and that it was all hard work, but you asked her to be a nanny. How did she feel?"   "You may not know what happened back then. Our family also has difficulties..." Jiang Xiusi said hesitantly.   "You know how it feels when your fake daughter Jiang Yanran has a big banquet for guests on the same birthday tomorrow, and she wants to serve others with tea and water? You know how Jiang Yanran pretended to be kind and gave her a dress, But behind the scenes, friends laugh at her and imitate her, saying that she is very disgusting, and that she steals money, do you know how she feels?"   "You speak carefully, I haven’t done what you said! My parents know how good I am to Wu Daya!" Jiang Yanran’s face was pale and she said sharply.   "Yes, Yanran is a kind child and won’t do this. You don’t want to spit." Mrs. Jiang immediately agreed.   Tang Yuyi’s lips curled slightly, and his eyes were full of ridicule and sadness.   Maybe it was because she did something wicked in her previous life that she would encounter such rubbish in her previous life.   "Mrs. Jiang, do you still remember that she had a terminal illness and was dying, but you ordered her to serve your precious fake daughter? Do you know how she felt at the time?"