Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Ye Zhenggang's face was extremely ugly, "But Xie Anning is not guilty of this."

"Yes, she is not guilty of this." Ye Mulin's eyes were dyed with a dark color, "but she suffered it for you, because I can't take you to anything, so I can only wrong her."

Ye Zhenggang's expression completely changed, staring at his son: "Mulin, what is the relationship between our father and son in your heart?"

Ye Mulin smiled sullenly: "For this, Dad, you should have more answers than me, right?"

Under such eyes and words, Ye Zhenggang retreated steadily, and even more disappointed that the general situation had passed away.

He slumped: "What are you embarrassing her to do? I can't help your mother."

"It's fine if you have this sentence." Ye Mulin said quietly, "Uncle Hao, I must take it away unless you look at Yejia's death."

Ye Zhenggang glared at his son, and became angry again in vain: "What do you want to do Mulin, are you crazy?"

Ye Mulin took out a stack of papers from his arms and threw them on the table, with a faint voice: "If you use Yejia's future for my mother's marriage, you actually earned it."

Ye Zhenggang's gaze fell on the stack of documents, and he was trembling with anger almost all over his body, then he looked at his proud son and slapped him suddenly.

This is the second time he beat his son, the first time for Bai Xueli, and the second time for Su Fu.

This son, all because of women and his old man, really annoyed him.

Ye Zhenggang was angry. After the fight, Ye Mulin remained unmoved. He watched his father speak categorically: "Yejia is down, I can take Shirley and Mom to a foreign country, and you, There is nothing left."

"Do you... just hate me like that?" Ye Zhenggang's voice sternly, "Just for a Bai Xueli, isn't it? I'm going to kill the surname Bai in jail now, and you have no way out."

"You can do this, you don't have to worry about me." Ye Mulin's face is full of wind and rain: "Dad, I have nothing to sacrifice, but as long as you dare to move, I will let you I feel regret for the first time in decades." Ye Mulin placed his finger on the document lightly and clicked.

He paused for a moment, and said indifferently: "We are all living in this rule. Whether it is the person who makes the rule or other people, we need to abide by... You are no exception."

He said, turned and walked out.

The wound in his lower abdomen was painful, but he walked out without a trace of decadence.

He can't fall, and now Ye Zhenggang is the only one who can contend with his father.

He walked to his mother's bedroom. When Su Fu saw him, he was surprised: "Mulin."

Ye Mulin's expression became gentle, "Mom, you and I will return to city H in the future."

There were tears in Su Fu's eyes; "Mulin, you... don't you blame your mother?"

"What's to blame for pursuing your own happiness?" He walked over, stroked his mother's hair gently, and said gently, "Will you start again? There will be no Xie Anning in the future."

Su Fu's lips trembled, and she looked at her son in disbelief.

Before, Mullin would not.

He is a lawyer, it is not his method to control violence with violence, but now he is...

Ye Mu Lin calmed his voice, but what he said made people stand up, "If you want to protect yourself, you must become a person like him, I don't care."