It's death if you say it, but it's death if you don't say it.
But as a condition, it has to be exchanged once.
Tang Yiling pursed her thin lips, looked at him sideways and asked, "I must not know?" What could it be?
Really, a bit of curiosity arose in my heart.[
This is probably the secret why Old Man Lin wants to go against the Tang family.
It can be seen from various signs that Old Man Lin's conspiracy has been going on for a long time. He took out the white jade scroll and pretended to donate it to the auction... or it was before that.
Old man Lin is also after that treasure?
Do you have to kill him just for the treasure? Can you get the scroll if you kill him?
Tang Yiling felt that things were not so simple...or maybe this was just a cover for Mr. Lin.
"Tell me the conditions."
As soon as Mo Bonian heard this, he saw a glimmer of hope, "As long as you let our Mo family go... I will tell you the secret from back then."
"Let? All?"
"All, all!" He opened his mouth a bit like a lion.
"This secret of yours may not be worth it."
"It's worth it! You definitely don't know how your parents died?"
"??!!" Tang Yiling suddenly stood up, his eyes were extremely sharp, "Just for this one? You still want to negotiate terms with me? I regret to tell you, I already knew..." There is nothing left to say about this matter.
, he has already forgiven Xiao Han... If Mo Bonian wanted to use this as a secret to negotiate terms with him, it would be adding mistake to mistake!
That bit of curiosity is gone!
Tang Yiling turned around and walked away. After taking a few steps, he heard Mo Bonian's eyes wide open, looking at the pistol that Xiaochuan was taking out, and yelling in panic, "No, it's impossible. Not even your grandfather can do this."
Know, how could you know?! Impossible, impossible..."
Just as Ogawa pulled the trigger.
"Wait!" Tang Yiling turned around.
Grandpa doesn’t even know?
Under Tang Yiling's glance, the atmosphere became serious.
It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.[
He walked up to Mo Bonian and narrowed his eyes slightly, "How did my parents die? Please tell me first."
Mo Bonian was lying on the ground, beads of sweat falling on the ground drop by drop, and said in a trembling voice: "Ling, Mr. Ling, your parents' car accident was not an accident. Someone... did it in their car in advance.
My hands and feet have long wanted to kill them..."