"Mrs Yuan, your daughter is the one who dragged me onto the battlefield. If she doesn't die, the ones who die will be my mother and me! You'd better understand the pros and cons of this."
Ye Zhiqing's legs went soft and she fell to the ground.
Yuan Zhengchong walked out slowly. It had only been a few days since they last met, but he had aged so much that his hair had turned white.
"Bo Jinchuan, did this woman really kill Sichun?"
Bo Jinchuan looked up at Yuan Zhengchong and said calmly,
"No, she died in the hands of the rioters."
Shen Fanxing pursed her lips.
Yuan Zhengchong stared at Bo Jinchuan for a long time before laughing coldly.
"She just admitted it herself and you still want to protect her?! My daughter is a kidnapper, so she's a murderer!"
Bo Jinchuan pursed his lips and said, "You can tell the media and see if they believe you."
The muscles on Yuan Zhengchong's face began to tremble violently.
Yes!
