Jiang Xiaoyue thought that if she gave birth to a child for Liszt, he would look her straight in the eye.But Liszt strangled her son with his own hands. "I have done it long ago! You have the same dirty blood as your father, how could I let you have my child like this! "You bastard, you should use it to make a specimen!"His son was gone, Jiang Xiaoyue had gone mad...Jiang Xiaoyue was gone, and Liszt had gone mad...