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    [Tang Gu stayed in the room, while his mother knocked on the door outside.

    “It’s time to eat.”

    Tang Gu hid the paintings on the table in the drawer, then got up and went out.

    The mother glanced towards her room from the door and saw nothing, only a few unpacked paintbrushes on the table.

    Tang Gu studied art and was very talented.

    Originally there was an art competition in their school, but…she had been kidnapped and disappeared for such a long time that she had long been disqualified from the competition.

    Now let alone the exam qualifications, she can’t even go to school, and whether she can graduate is also a question.

    At the dinner table, his father sat in silence. As soon as Tang Gu took a bite of his meal, his mother screamed in the room, “You’re crazy! You actually painted such a thing!”

    Tang Gu dropped his chopsticks and rushed into his room, his father following anxiously behind him.

    The two rushed to the door of the room. The mother was holding the painting she had just painted and angrily asking her, “Are you crazy! How could you draw that rapist! How could you draw such a shameless painting! Tang Gu! Are you crazy!”

    Tang Gu stepped forward to snatch the painting, but his mother turned away. She cried in pain and tore the painting into pieces, “Don’t you know what he did?! He imprisoned you! He raped you! Don’t you hate him for keeping you imprisoned for so long?! Your father and I hate him so much! We wish we could kill him with a knife…”

    The painting was torn into more than a dozen pieces of paper in an instant, flying to the ground.

    The father picked up a large piece of paper on the ground and saw a painting of a man and a woman kissing. The woman in the painting was his daughter, and the man in the painting was… the rapist they saw in the police station.

    His father was so angry that his chest ached. He looked at Tang Gu and felt that he had aged ten years. Even his voice was weak. “What are you doing? My child, he did that to you… and you actually drew him…”

    Tang Gu knelt on the ground, and she silently picked up the fragments on the ground, then sat on the table and put the fragments together.

    The painting shows a man and woman embracing and kissing on the sofa.

    It was the scene of them kissing on the sofa before Yu Chibei was arrested.

    The girl’s back was exposed, her slender arms actively circled the man’s neck, and she brought her soft lips to the man’s lips. When the man kissed her, there was a smile on his lips.

    Tang Gu touched the smiling lips of the man in the painting and couldn’t help but smile at the man in the painting.

    When the parents saw this scene, they broke down and burst into tears.

    Two days later, the police came again, bringing with them a psychological counseling expert.

    Tang Gu sat on the sofa, his eyes lowered, looking serious and quiet.

    She is extremely beautiful, with thin eyebrows, a small nose, red lips, big eyes, as moist and bright as black grapes, very fair skin, wearing a white skirt, and black hair draped over her shoulders. She has a pure and charming temperament.

    The psychological counselor is a female with short hair and a capable temperament.

    Unlike the police, she asked very detailed questions.

    For example, “What do you do when you and Yu Chibei are together?”

    Tang Gu’s face turned red. She bit her lip and hesitated for a long time before looking at the psychological counselor Liang Youqin and said, “I don’t want to answer this question.”

    Liang Youqin vaguely guessed what it was through her red face, so she politely stopped asking and changed the topic.

    But because of the previous painting, my parents thought of the scene in the painting when they heard this question, and they were so angry that they almost shed tears again.

    That beast…actually does that kind of thing with his daughter every day.

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