"Tsk, tsk!" Yi Zhentian didn't take Old Mrs. Sikong's words seriously at all, "I really can't tell, old lady, how can you be such a generous person?"
Yi Zhentian thought that Mrs. Sikong was joking with herself when she was talking nonsense again. After all, this damn old woman valued the Beifeng Group more than her life. How could she give up the Beifeng Group so easily?
"Yi Zhentian! There is no need for nonsense between us! If you really want Beifeng Group, you should accept my proposal! I can find a lawyer to draw up the documents, and even hold a press conference immediately without any problem!" [
Old Mrs. Sikong's voice trembled violently. She knew that nothing she could say now could shake Yi Zhentian, and she could only give him the benefits he wanted!
Yi Zhentian looked at Old Mrs. Sikong, whose eyes were extremely serious, trying to find any trace of lying, but no matter how many times he looked, he could not find any instability in Old Mrs. Sikong's eyes.
The old lady Sikong really wanted to exchange Beifeng Group for Song Haiyue and the peace of Sikong's family.
Knowing this, Yi Zhentian couldn't be happy!
Yi Zhentian is unwilling to give in!
He had been setting up the trap for so long just to see Old Lady Sikong and his family struggling in pain, so that they could taste the pain he had experienced back then, instead of surrendering so easily!
Yi Zhentian's face darkened as if ink had been splashed on him, "Come here! Lock up this damn old woman! Old woman, just wait and watch the major media broadcast the wedding of the century between me and your only granddaughter.
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As soon as he finished speaking, several men in black rushed in from outside the door. They picked up Mrs. Sikong from Butler Li's hands and dragged her away so fast that Haiyue and the others had no time to react!
After Mrs. Sikong was dragged away, the living room was quiet and no one spoke.
Yi Zhentian let go of Haiyue, sat on the sofa again, picked up a cigar and smoked leisurely, "Little girl, go back and get ready."
"Prepare for...what?" Haiyue asked numbly. She had not yet recovered from the incident just now, and could not keep up with Yi Zhentian's thinking at all.
"Of course it's our wedding." Yi Zhentian sneered, "Remember to get the divorce certificate from Sikong Jingqiu quickly, it's too late..."
Yi Zhentian stopped and looked at the direction in which Mrs. Sikong disappeared, "I can't guarantee what will happen."