Song Haifeng, upon hearing Song Yan's words, couldn't help but reveal a hint of astonishment in his eyes.
He knew his second daughter all too well.
She was a carbon copy of Zhao Meilan.
Competitive, strong-willed, obsessive, power-hungry!
Now that Song Yan was actually going to return, Song Haifeng felt a headache coming on.
"However, compared to me, the one who should really be worried is probably Ye Fei!"
"I hope that girl doesn't do anything rash!"
Then, Song Haifeng suddenly smiled as he answered a phone call and stood up to leave the room.
A moment later, Song Haifeng drove out of the residential complex in a second-hand Volkswagen.
At the same time, within the Jiangzhou Municipal Bureau, Li Qian was bent over, sorting through the documents in her hands.
She finally locked her target on one person.
"Song Haishan!"
"Could it really be him?"
"Why would he hire an assassin to kill Ye Fei? Is it simply because Ye Fei is considered a useless son-in-law?"
