"Second Young Master, Madam has gone upstairs, hid the photo..."
Zhou Bo looked panicked and urged Ji Sihan.
But he was slow and rubbing the photos.
She has passed away and has nothing to worry about.
Since they don't let him die, he will live well.
Let them know what the outcome will be if they save a demon?!
The sound of a wheelchair rolling on the ground was crushed little by little from the corridor outside the door.
Every time he crushed, Zhou Bo was frightened and he didn't even dare to show his energy.
In the originally dim room, before the group of people came in, it was suddenly lit into daylight.
The woman sitting in a wheelchair was pushed in by a tall and burly man.
Following behind was a group of professional bodyguards who were born in special forces.
After they came in, Ji Sihan didn't even look back, his eyes covered with bloodshot eyes were always staring at the person in the photo.
The woman in the wheelchair looked down when she saw that she knew she was coming.
"Take me what he has in his hand."
Hearing her order, Ji Si sneered coldly.
After putting the photo into the safe on the first floor, he quickly took out a gun from the second floor.
When the man walked behind him, he pulled the bolt, opened the security, turned around, raised the gun, and pointed it directly at the man's forehead.
The man was startled by his actions, but he remained calm and said, "Si Han, I am your uncle. It's not good to have a gun on me, right?"
"uncle?"
Ji Sihan curled the corners of his lips and smiled sarcastically: "Will my uncle press a five-year-old nephew into the swimming pool and let him drown alive?"
The man seemed to have never thought that he still remembered so long. After his face changed, he defended: "I want to teach you swimming."
Ji Sihan's smile on his lips became more and more sarcastic. He no longer answered the man's words, but directly pulled the trigger-
The moment the bullet was about to be fired, the woman in the wheelchair ordered her to throw a woman covered in blood in front of him.
Ji Sihan and the dying woman lying on the ground, their eyelashes trembled slightly when they looked at each other.
He raised his cold eyes and looked at the woman sitting in a wheelchair, facing the light, and hiding in the darkness.
He said nothing and looked at her coldly, while the person in the wheelchair raised his chin.
"Would you let your uncle go, or let your people accompany him to bury him, and choose one."
The hoarse and unpleasant female voice rang in the room, exuding a bone-like chill.
The woman lying on the ground couldn't help but shivered when she heard this voice, but she looked at Ji Sihan fearlessly.
"Mr. Ji, don't worry about me, do what you always want to do..."
The corners of Alan's mouth, which was hurt by the belt, had already been cracked, and the pain was heartbreaking, but these were not enough to defeat her.
"What a good dog..."
The woman in the wheelchair was playing with the belt in her hand while looking at Alan and laughing mockingly.
"What kind of ecstasy he gave you? He actually made you so loyal and dared to do something like pretending to be his woman?"
"Don't you know that people he cares about since he was a child will be destroyed by me..."
When she said the last sentence, her tone was very light, as if she was doing something to play people in between applause.
This is the most gloomy and terrifying woman Alan has ever seen in this world. She has no softness as a mother, but only cruelty.
Mr. Ji saw that his childhood friend had a difficult life and ordered someone to take care of him a few times, she sent someone to torture Qian Qian to death.
When they found out, they were no longer able to do it. Like Miss Shu, they were lying in the bathroom, covered in blood...
The only difference is that before Qianqian passed away, she was defiled, dressed in a mess, and there was no good skin on her body...