"Connecting all the events together, there are numerous doubts. The death of my son Yan Xi must be intricately linked to him!"
"Moreover, even if Wang Chao is not the mastermind behind my son's death, what then?"
"Regardless of whether my son Yan Xi was killed by him or not, the few slaps that he gave my son, I will certainly avenge for my son!"
Yan Zaidao gritted his teeth as he spoke.
"Mr. Yan, you mean..."
Yan Si looked at Yan Zaidao in shock, asking.
"Huh! Today, I, Yan Zaidao, must seek justice for my son Yan Xi, to avenge our grievances!"
Suddenly, Yan Zaidao clenched his fist and smashed it onto the pear wood tea table next to the sofa. The expensive tea table was immediately shattered into several pieces, as if he had used all his strength.
In another villa, where Wang Chao resides.
After Gu Ling just answered, everyone looked at her in surprise, appearing utterly shocked.
