After losing the surveillance surveillance for half an hour, Ji Xinghui mysteriously disappeared from the internal detention room.
From the moment he came in, Ji Yuting's expression was extremely cold, suppressing the violence in his heart.
Ji Yong saw his expression and laughed in a good mood.
"Yu Ting, haven't you already guessed who did it, but you can't believe it so much?"
Ji Yuting's fists were clenched tightly under the cuffs of his suit, and he stared at Ji Yong by the wall without saying a word.
Shengge, who was just behind the two of them, noticed his clenching of fists and sighed silently. He also guessed who could be responsible for Ji Xinghui's sudden disappearance.
In the quiet cell, a violent storm lurked.
Ji Yong just pretended not to see Ji Yuting's anger, took a long puff of cigarette, puffed out the smoke leisurely, and was very interested.
"Your parents died in a car accident. With my strength, I could have made the perpetrator pay a heavy price, but he didn't."
He chuckled and continued: "Not only did he not, but the old man also helped to hide it. Why do you think he wanted to keep you under his knees? It was just because of guilt. In addition, he also wanted to personally cultivate a good heir. Now
You are becoming more and more disobedient, do you think the old man will not find a way to check and balance you?"
Ji Yuting looked sinister as he recalled the conversation he had just had with Mr. Ji in Mr. Ji's room.
Mr. Ji pretended to be sick and called him back. As soon as his front foot left the NBI, Ji Xinghui's back foot disappeared.
What's more, Mr. Ji has already placed surveillance spies in the National Bureau of Investigation. Ji Yuting was investigating this afternoon, and something happened in the detention room that night.
It is impossible for anyone not to doubt Mr. Ji about this matter.
But Ji Yuting never spoke, and listened quietly to Ji Yong's words.
"Yu Ting, have you heard the truth from the old man?"
He smiled mysteriously, "I believe you know the truth or falsehood of what the old man said. I am the only one who knows best about what happened to my elder brother and sister-in-law back then. But I want you to cancel the wanted order for A Hui. Is he dead or alive outside?"
Live, don't worry about him anymore."
"For you, this is just a matter of one sentence, so it shouldn't be troublesome, right?"
Ji Yuting was silent. Faced with the similar terms negotiated by Ji Yong and Mr. Ji, he agreed quickly as before.
"Okay, Ji Xinghui just ran away. I won't let anyone catch him back. Even if he dies outside, it has nothing to do with me. Now I just want to know the secret you are hiding."
Ji Yong was satisfied, but he reiterated vigilantly: "Remember what you said and I won't pursue Ji Xinghui any further. My niece-in-law heard it clearly. As a person in power, Yu Ting must keep his word."
Ji Yuting held his hands discreetly in the pockets of his military uniform, his face full of aloofness, and he hummed softly.
Although his attitude is casual, he has a convincing charm, not to mention Ji Yong has no choice.
He glanced at Shengge and said, "I want to tell you this secret alone."
Ji Yuting turned around and glanced at his wife.
Shengge nodded in agreement, turned around and left the cell.
As soon as Shengge left, Ji Yuting looked at Ji Yong on the ground and asked, "Second uncle, can I talk now?"
Ji Yong put out the cigarette butt in his hand and waved to him, gesturing for him to come closer, "Be careful that the wall has ears. I'm not worried."
With a cold face and suppressed impatience, he walked over in military boots, squatted down in front of Ji Yong, and leaned over.
Ji Yong stood up slightly, approached him, and told the completely opposite truth to Mr. Ji in a very small voice.
Ji Yuting listened carefully, and his expression became more serious the further he listened.
He immediately retorted, "It's impossible."
Ji Yong sneered, "What's impossible? You have only seen me eyeing you all these years, but you don't know what role he, who seems to be invincible, has played in the family. If you don't believe it, you can go there yourself.
ask him."
Ji Yuting's dark eyes were solemn, as if he was still digesting the completely opposite truth given by Ji Yong.
While he was distracted, Ji Yong quietly reached his hand to his back, slowly took out the dagger from the ground where he was sitting, and looked at Ji Yuting with murderous intent in his eyes.