What did these clown masks stand for?
The men in the van never expected Ye Tianxin to start a fire!
The flames quickly surrounded them, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning gasoline.
About half an hour later, a middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and a long down coat strode into the exhibition hall with his wife.
The Jing family members standing at the door were stunned silly.
F*ck, isn’t this…
We have to hurry up and inform Sixth Master. If they bump into him, wouldn’t it be awkward?
Master Xu reached out to take off his sunglasses. “Are those people at the door from the Jing family?”
“It seems so.”
“Enemies are really bound to meet on a narrow road. It would be great if I could meet that brat Jing Hanchuan. I haven’t seen him in a long time. We can even have lunch together and…” He smiled. “… catch up.”
The woman beside him smiled helplessly. She felt that it was common for children to fight and bleed. She didn’t understand why her husband took it to heart and hated him for more than twenty years.
Actually, Jing Hanchuan knew to carry their daughter on his back to see a doctor back then.
At the very least, he was responsible and dared to take responsibility.
Ye Tianxin grabbed the man’s hair and stepped the man’s head under her high heel.
The tip of her slender high-heeled shoe was tightly pressed against the man’s eyelash.
“I want to hear the truth. If you don’t tell me, I’ll make sure that you’ll never see the sunrise again.”
Ye Tianxin’s voice was cold and terrifying.
It was as if they didn’t believe that she dared to drop the lighter, but she wouldn’t hesitate to do so.
He was the only one who wasn’t burned by gasoline beyond recognition because he was at the bottom.
