"The past?" Yi Zhentian suddenly interrupted Haiyue's words, his voice was filled with depression and pain, "Little girl, if you know those past things, the harm you brought to me for a lifetime, you will still feel that things are in your life.
Can you go there?"
Haiyue was frightened by the pain emitted by Yi Zhentian, and she found that she had nothing to say.
She didn't know what Yi Zhentian said was the pain that hurt him for the rest of his life, but the pain in Yi Zhentian's eyes did not seem to be pretending at all.
"Haiyue..." Old Mrs. Sikong, with the help of Butler Li, walked to Haiyue and faced with Yi Zhentian. "Zhentian, if you have anything, come to me. What happened to these children back then
It doesn't matter."
"It doesn't matter?" Yi Zhentian sneered, "When you were dealing with me, why didn't you think about your father's affairs have nothing to do with me?"
Old Mrs. Sikong trembled, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face, but she quickly returned to normal, "Zhentian, I admit that my methods were a little more intense back then, but Ruilin and Lanxi were not
Not able to…”
After talking about this, Old Mrs. Sikong couldn't help but stop to wipe the corners of her eyes, so sad that she could no longer say anything.
Ruilin?
Lan Xi?
who are they?
Haiyue couldn't understand what the old lady was saying at all, so she could only stand there quietly and listen.
Yi Zhentian's emotions suddenly became angry because of the old lady's words, and suddenly raised a lot of questions, "I can't do it?! Dead old lady? What do you mean by failure? Do they fail to survive?
Even if you don’t survive, so what? When Lan Xi died, the person she loved was Ruilin!”
"No..." Old Mrs. Sikong wanted to deny it, but was immediately severely interrupted by Yi Zhentian.
"But no matter who Lan Xi loves, it doesn't matter to me anymore." Yi Zhentian said, and suddenly smiled evilly.
Haiyue and the old lady Sikong were so scared that they were laughed in tears by Yi Zhentian, and they couldn't help but take several steps back.
Yi Zhentian looked at them and waved his hand. All the men in black in the living room began to retreat until there were only a few of them left in the living room and there was no one else. Yi Zhentian walked to the old lady Sikong.
In front of him, he said, "Old woman, do you know how Wu Songruilin and Sikong Lanxi died back then?"
Old Mrs. Sikong gasped, suddenly widened her eyes and looked at Yi Zhentian, "Yi, Yi Zhentian, you... what do you mean by this sentence?!"
"What does it mean?" Yi Zhentian laughed mockingly, sat on the sofa opposite them, picked up the cigar on the table, took a mouthful, and slowly spit out a white mist, and then said, "Old woman, so smart,
Do you don't know what I mean?"
"You--" Old Mrs. Sikong suddenly pushed Haiyue and Li Hakka away and rushed to Yi Zhentian. Her wrinkled hands tightly grabbed Yi Zhentian, and her voice was trembling, "You---------------------------------------------------------------------------
The car accident was you - it was you! You killed my Lan Xi and Ruilin!"
"Kill?" Yi Zhentian waved the old lady Sikong away, and his strength was so strong that he made the old lady Sikong fall heavily to the ground, his forehead hit the table, and blood immediately flowed out!
Haiyue and Butler Li were both shocked and rushed forward to help Old Mrs. Sikong up, sat on the sofa, and stopped bleeding for Old Mrs. Sikong while glaring Yi Zhentian with his eyes.