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Yi Tianxing gritted his teeth, transferred 20 million to Zhang Fan, and 11 million to Ouyang Feng, then walked out of the office with a dark expression.
And Yi Bing, with a face full of horror, followed behind him.
He could feel the killing aura emanating from Yi Tianxing.
"Dad, get revenge for me," Yi Chuan said, sitting in a wheelchair, wrapped up like a mummy.
"You little monster, get lost!"
Yi Tianxing kicked him directly, and instantly, Yi Chuan was separated from his wheelchair and sprawled on the ground, with his newly healed arms and legs fractured again.
"Ahh!"
A heart-wrenching scream spread, and a group of doctors and nurses were stunned.
This is his own son, isn't it?
God, has Yi Tianxing gone mad?
"Zhang Fan, you shouldn't start a fight at every turn. After all, Yi Tianxing is a well-known figure in S City," Ding Yang sighed.
