Ye Tianzheng shook his head when he heard Lin Juelong's threat.
"How many times have you asked me already? I don't know anything!"
"Since you're asking about my father, you should know that he and my mother died suddenly back then! How could he have the time to tell me anything or give me anything? I advise you not to waste your energy on asking me this!"
His attitude was extremely firm.
"It looks like you're not willing to cooperate, right?"
Lin Juelong stood up, his cold aura suffocating Ye Tianzheng. This was the difference between experts and ordinary people.
Ye Tianzheng's face instantly turned pale, and gradually ashen. Violent coughing sounds could be heard.
"Ye Tianzheng, since you like to keep secrets so much, I might as well allow you to experience the taste of death! After all, only the dead can keep secrets!"
