Mr. Lin is quite familiar with the Tang family's past and present.
Lin Yachen was stunned for a moment.
There are some things that he has never even heard of.
The old man was in a good mood today, and he said many things that he had never said before.
At this time, Mr. Lin's face full of wrinkles showed a smile, and suddenly he said excitedly, "I'm just waiting for some news." He is a cautious person, and he will not think that Tang Yiling will do it until the end.
Really dead. Only when this news comes, will he be truly relieved.[
What Mr. Lin was waiting for was for the partner to confirm the death of the target. If his estimate was correct, it would only have happened in the past few days. At this moment, Mr. Lin's cell phone rang.
There is a text message.
Mo Qier stepped forward and handed the phone into Mr. Lin's hand.
Mr. Lin opened it and took a look. He couldn't help but feel that his hands were shaking.
That gaze was actually wet!
A few seconds passed, and suddenly, he smiled again.
Cry and laugh, laugh and cry again.
Like an old madman...
Lin Yachen and Mo Qier were watching, but they didn't dare to say a word.
Time passed a little while longer.
finally--
"The wish I have been waiting for for decades has finally come true, finally come true!... God, your eyes have opened." He handed the phone to Lin Yachen tremblingly, "Quick, read it to me, have I read it?
wrong!"
Lin Yachen quickly took it and took a look, her head started to hurt.
This news... there is only one short line on it.
——The target is dead, and the final payment will be paid after three days of confirmation.
When hiring a killer, even if the person dies, it doesn't mean there is no one to collect the bill. The number is hidden, and the signature only has 2 letters: f
Tang Yiling is really dead...how is that possible?
"Grandpa—" Lin Yachen wanted to say something else, but she saw her grandfather's sharp gaze approaching her.
Mr. Lin waved his hand and motioned for Mo Qier to go out first.[
Lin Yachen stayed.
At this time, only the grandfather and grandson were left in the house.
Mr. Lin pushed his wheelchair outside the balcony, just in time to see the brightest sunset of the day.
The fiery red sky seemed to be stained with blood!
The old man was meditating and seemed to be intoxicated.
Lin Yachen endured it, no matter how much confusion she had, she couldn't disturb him at this time.
After a while, the old man turned around and sighed, "Are you complaining about grandpa? Are you calling grandpa a fool?"