From Xia Yan's height and weight, blood type constellation, to her experience when she was a child, and various photos from childhood to the present, they are all displayed in it.

Yi Beihan's gaze finally stayed at the bottom right of the page, his expression was shocked, and his gaze was stunned for a moment.

Everywhere I looked, there was a photo of a mother and son.

She...... Xia Yan......

I didn't expect ...... Xia Yan turned out to be her daughter...... The vixen's daughter......

It was she who destroyed the feelings of Yi Beihan's parents; It was she who harmed Yi Beihan at a young age, and she lost the warmth of her family; It was she who killed Yi Beihan's mother who went crazy and was sent to a psychiatric hospital......

Now, she is no longer alive, so all these debts are going to be paid by her girl?

Her sins are so great that even if she goes to eighteen layers of hell, she is not worthy of forgiveness.

No wonder, when he saw her, he would have a sense of déjà vu, no wonder, every time he saw her, he wanted to abuse her in every way.

All this is the reason for the subtle formation of hatred.

His eyes were stained scarlet, and his gaze was fixed on a photograph of a mother and daughter on the file.

The mother and daughter both had flower-like smiles, but to him, it was just a sign of hatred.

"Smack!"

When the coffee spills, the delicate porcelain cup splits in an instant, and the liquid and crumbs merge and flow to the ground.

"Boom!"

He slammed his fist into the wall, and the ground shook, and the whole building moved with it.

There was a knock on the door, and there were worried voices of secretaries and subordinates outside the door.

"Mr. Yi, you ......"

"I'm fine, no one is allowed to come in without my permission!"

The words fell, and he slammed the wall again.

Oh, is this God punishing sinners?

Mother debt and daughter repay, this is what they owe Yi Beihan and the Yi family!

Xia Yan lay on the bed weakly, feeling like a vegetative person.

She was imprisoned and could not go anywhere, and it seemed that she was tortured by Yi Beihan all day and night until she died.

Does it mean that you are liberated when you die?

No, she can't die, she has to live strongly, such a trivial matter will torture her to death, isn't Xia Yan too fragile?

However, her life seems to be hopeless.

She didn't know what she was supposed to do, she didn't know what she was doing now, maybe she was waiting to die.

There has never been a moment of despair and helplessness like now.

In the wooden hallway, there were soft footsteps, the sound of the door being twisted, and the light shone in instantly, piercing her eyes.

"Miss, the young master told you to go down."

As the maid spoke, she walked directly to Xia Yan, who was lying on the bed, covered her mouth with her hand, pulled her up mercilessly, put on her slippers mechanically, and pushed it, Xia Yan almost fell to the ground.

For these subordinates, they didn't dare to offend easily until they figured out what Xia Yan was about, but the subordinates also knew slightly in their hearts that this woman didn't like the young master very much.

Xia Yan was trembling, her thin body looked more and more haggard, she swept herself through the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, her eyes were swollen, her face was pale, and only one word popped up in her mind: floating corpse.

After staying in the water for too long, her whole body began to turn white, and even the smell of disinfectant water, she ran out of the bathtub by herself, and she didn't know that her whole body was swollen.