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Chapter 1987 - Chapter 1987, this man, could he have known everything?

However, he did not hesitate. Almost subconsciously, he said, "even I was chased to this place by you. Do you think I would still be at ease with my father staying in Rao city? "

An anxious explanation could be understood as a cover-up to a certain extent.

Yan Jun slowly curved his lips, and a hint of a smile appeared in his deep black eyes. "The entire Zhao family is nothing in your eyes. This father... shouldn't he be dispensable? "

Yan Jun had long seen Zhao Chongbin's attitude towards Zhao Xiong.

There was no respect at all, only disgust and strangeness.

With Zhao Chongbin's mental state, Yan Jun had every reason to believe that if Zhao Chongbin did not want a witness that night, perhaps even Zhao Xiong... ... would not be able to escape his bad luck ...

But after hearing Yan Jun's words, Zhao Chongbin smiled, and his smile was extremely cold. "You're wrong. No matter what, he is still my father. He raised me so big, I have to support him in his old age... "

If these words were said by someone else, the people around them would probably be moved.

However, it was Zhao Chongbin... ...

Not to mention Yan Jun, even Lu Yiming could not help but laugh out loud. "Just you? Don't put on an act. Who are you putting on an act for? ! "

Xia Jinqi watched and laughed out loud as well.

A person who did things to this extent was also amazing.

There was also her husband. He usually looked very serious, but she did not expect him to be so handy when it came to insulting others.

Yan Jun's eyes contained a smile as he looked at Xia Jinqi. Then, he looked at the screen and said to Lu Yiming, "of course, he's putting on an act for us. "

"You guys! ! " Zhao Chongbin was extremely angry. The feeling of being watched and played by others instantly reminded him of those bad memories when he was young!

"HUMPH! " He sneered in anger and trembled all over. "DON'T BE PROUD! If I die here today, you'll never know the whereabouts of that money! "

At this point, other than that money, Zhao Chongbin had no other chips in his hands.

He also knew that if he continued to waste his time like this, he would definitely die... ... He could only strike first and think of a way to escape as soon as possible ...

Speaking up to this point, Lu Yiming finally became more serious. He frowned slightly, obviously hesitating.

That sum of money... ...

But before he could hesitate for three seconds, Yan Jun's voice came from the Stereo again.

"This is the reason why you still kept Zhao Xiong alive. "

Zhao Chongbin,"..."

Hearing this, Xia Jinqi's gaze moved away from the screen and landed on Yan Jun..

She seemed to suddenly understand what he had gone out to do in the afternoon... ...

This man couldn't have known everything, right?

Just how big of a trap did he set up?

Sure enough, the next second, Yan Jun spoke again "Zhao's pharmaceutical industry has been doing well by your father over the years. Not only is it dedicated to the domestic market, but it is also exported overseas... ... I heard that the recently developed cancer targeting drug is even more difficult to find. The mother of the Director of customs unfortunately contracted this disease and just needed this drug. Your father not only provided it for free, but also set up a team to follow up on the director's mother's condition "... It should be very easy to transport something from the customs."

Zhao Chongbin's face instantly turned ashen.

Yan Jun actually knew everything... ...

People in this world spent their entire lives pursuing things that they did not have and wanted.

The poor wanted money.

When they had money, they wanted power.

They had both money and power, and they had accumulated enough fame and fortune. They just wanted to live longer.

The Zhao family had money and medicine, and Zhao Xiong was famous for his good temper and kindness. Naturally, he had many friends and brothers.