The old lady held her breath for a moment and looked tense. Her face was really deep and dark. Ye Ling looked at her with cold eyes. This must be the biggest prick in the old lady's heart. Her most precious son was murdered just like that. It was indeed hard to accept. The old lady loved her eldest son the most. Everyone knew that the first son was always different, and it did make sense that the old lady treated hers so.
Ye Ling moved his wheelchair slightly. "I will say this again. The list of the lives I have taken never includes them. To believe or not to believe, that is up to you."
"Enough. There's no need to speak about this anymore."
"Right. Indeed, there's no need to." Ye Ling looked at her coldly. "We should stop this conversation if you're here to make me hand over my business. There's nothing to discuss. My belongings will forever be mine. Even when I'm dead, they will never belong to anyone else. Grandma, do you hear me?"
