"Leave? Where can I go? Will I have to live a shady life from now on, just like a rat crossing the street?" Murong Jian was stunned when he heard this. It's not that he never thought about running away, it's just that he didn't think about running away.
You may not be able to escape if you run, but you have to worry all day long about being caught by the police. This kind of life is not what people live!
"Then what should we do? When the police come, you won't be able to leave even if you want to! If you're lucky, you can get out after staying in there for a few years. But if the Li family and Zhuo Yifan want to torture you to death, I guess you
Don't even think about it in this life!" Murong Fengyun reminded with a gloomy face.
"No...I won't leave! Dad, you must have a way to save me, you must save me!" Murong Jian kept Murong Fengyun's arm in a panic and begged.
"What can I do?" Murong Fengyun reluctantly shook off Murong Jian and asked angrily.
"You're right, if you run away, I guarantee you will regret it!" At this time, a sudden voice rang from outside the door. Immediately afterwards, the door of the villa was knocked open from the outside.
Under the leadership of Zhuo Yifan, a group of police officers rushed directly into the living room.
Seeing Zhuo Yifan, Murong Jian suddenly collapsed on the sofa. Murong Fengyun's face was gloomy, but there was nothing he could do. He knew that even if his son wanted to run away now, it would be impossible.
"Zhuo Yifan... please, don't catch me. I don't dare anymore, I will never do anything right with you in the future. Please don't catch me!" Murong Jian stood up from the sofa with a panicked expression.
, and then suddenly knelt down in front of Zhuo Yifan, pulled his pants and begged.
When Murong Fengyun saw this, his old face suddenly turned red. He didn't expect that his son was so greedy for life and afraid of death. But after all, he was his own son. Even if he wanted to hit or scold him, it was too late.
!If it were before, he could have dismissed Zhuo Yifan. But since knowing Zhuo Yifan's true identity, Murong Fengyun felt that he was no different from an ant in front of Zhuo Yifan.
"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place? When you planned to frame Li Ling's house, did you ever think that you would end up like this?" Zhuo Yifan looked at Murong Jian at his feet with an indifferent expression, and couldn't help but sigh.
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To him, Murong Jian was no different from a clown. No matter how much he danced, he was just a clown. But now, the clown's sad end made Zhuo Yifan feel no pleasure at all. Maybe it was him.
So that's it. He might have had a little hatred towards Murong Jian and the Murong family before, but it has disappeared at this moment. At this time, what he wants to see more is Zhao Zhengyang, or Prince Long, kneeling in front of him.
In front of you, beg yourself to let him go!
"Don't catch me, please, don't catch me!" Murong Jian was still pleading.
"It's not up to me to arrest you or not. You have violated the law and you must pay for what you have done. It is the police who want to arrest you, not me!" Zhuo Yifan shook his head helplessly and paused for a moment.
