Chapter 1003: Life and death depend on each other [Ending Chapter 38]
"Didn't we order everyone to be dismissed about the destruction of the Zhong family back then? How come someone has leaked the news now?"
Yi Jian's voice in the room was very stern. When he said this, he paused for a moment, and then a short voice slowly came out: "Suppress those rumors, don't let her know!
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"Yes, Young Marshal... But, Young Marshal, do you want to kill all those who know... If one day, the Young Marshal's wife is allowed to know that the Zhong family was destroyed by you, and it was for
Try your best to bring her closer to the Yi family, and get her bit by bit... Maybe, I will follow you..."
Zhong Qing's breathing suddenly stopped, her body softened, and she slowly leaned against the wall, leaning somewhere.
There was a buzzing sound in the brain.
The handkerchief was not grasped for a moment and slowly floated to the ground.
What are they talking about?
They said that the Zhong family was destroyed by him?
Why does it become like this?
At that moment, Zhongqing just felt like she was in a fog, her whole body was so weak that she couldn't exert any strength.
In the room, Yi Jian's always cold and ruthless voice came: "Well... in short, don't let her know..."
When Zhong Qing heard such words, she sneered slowly.
Don't let her know.
It turned out that the destruction of the Zhong family was caused by him... Because he wanted to get her, he destroyed her family with his own hands, and her father...
Was everything done under his arrangement?
She should have known, shouldn't she?
When she came to Yi's house, she was stared at by him. Every time she did something, she could not escape his grasp. He was already prepared!
Zhongqing stood there, unable to move at all.
The door was opened, and Xu Ang came out. When he saw Zhong Qing standing there, his expression suddenly became so surprised.
"Madam Young Marshal..."
As Xu Ang's voice fell, there was a clear sound of a teacup falling to the ground in the room.
The teacup broke.
It was like some of the feelings between them had also broken down.
Xu Ang did not move, his expression was slightly distorted, but in the end he sighed slowly, turned around, and walked downstairs.
Zhongqing was like a glass doll in the window, without any expression, just leaning against the wall in a daze. After a long while, I heard footsteps coming from the study room.