Dear Mr. Shi

Shi Yuhan continued indifferently: "I'm talking about that year. I was the one who was going to kill with Four Fingers. His gun was pointed at me for the first time. Grandpa, the person you wanted to kill was not my father, but me! "

The old man smiled softly, which was bitter and astringent yesterday.

He sighed for a long time, not against the cold, but against the humanity on the tombstone: "The wealth, status, and power that I have acquired in my life are what I want most when I am young. When I am old, I found that all of this is actually very empty. Being alive and having a family is the most important thing, but my family has failed extremely. My grandson said that I kill my sons and grandchildren. I am an old man. Why should I make myself lonely for a lifetime? No family, no children, no grandchildren, will I be immortal, no, one day, I will also pass away and become a tombstone of an lonely man, and I only hope that before the end of this life, I can find a successor, Inherit my career."

This turn of the words makes sense and is true.

But when Yuhan listened, he was still expressionless, without a trace of movement. When the time came, the old man turned around and walked away.

When he reached the stairs again, Xia Yang suddenly blocked his way forward, reaching for the pistol pinned to his waist.

When the old man stopped, his expression was disdainful and contemptuous, and he stared at him with cold eyes.

It seems to be saying, what's the matter, I still dare not to turn back, and even dare to stop me without seeing who you are.

Xia Yang half looked at Shi Yuhan over there, and saw that he was just standing quietly in front of the tombstone, as if he was the only one standing in the world.

Although he didn't look back, he seemed to know what was happening behind him, and said coldly, "Xia Yang, don't be unreasonable!"

"I'm sorry, old man!" He turned sideways, gave way, and let the old man leave freely.

Watching him leave step by step, disappearing in the bottom of his eyes, Xia Yang came to Shi Yuhan's side: "Boss, do you believe what the old man said?"

Shi Yuhan smiled as if he did not smile and hooked his lips: "It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. The important thing is that no matter how I ask, he will not tell the truth.

"Then..." Xia Yang didn't know what he was going to say anymore, and was at a loss for words.

But there was a voice in my heart saying that, in fact, you know that the old man was arrested and tortured to extort a confession, but he knew that he could not say that, no matter what the old man did, he was always the grandfather of the boss.

"After I went back, I immediately went to investigate the life of the old man. If I can find it all, I will sort it out and don't omit any details." Since he refused to tell him, then he could only investigate and find out anyway.

Xia Yang nodded: "Yes!"

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Song Qinghuan returned to Q City. As soon as he entered the house, he saw a large suitcase in the living room.

Li Qianze, the second young master of the Li family, lay stumblingly on the sofa, sleeping with his eyes closed.

"Second brother, second brother..." Song Qinghuan walked over to shake Li Qianze awake.

Song Qinghuan was unwilling to call Li Qianze's second brother, but Li Qianze had to call her so, and she had no choice but to accept it with a correct attitude. After all, he was indeed her second brother.

Li Qianze was awakened from his sleep and saw Song Qinghuan in front of him. He immediately hugged Song Qinghuan's hand and looked like a baby: "Sister Bai, you are finally back."

Since knowing that Song Qinghuan was his sister, Li Qianze changed his name from Miss Bai to Sister Bai.

"Why are you sleeping here?" Song Qinghuan patted his hand away and helped him sit upright.