C Ye An looked cold and clicked another button on the phone.

Suddenly, a burst of voice was released.

"Who are you?"

"You don't care who I am, do you want to know, where is Ye Zhendong now?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you want to know, you can come to XXX at ten o'clock today. ”

"Hello?"

"Doot-doo-"

Ye An pressed it and turned off the recording.

As soon as this voice was played, it goes without saying that everyone already knew what was going on.

Ye An also added, "Do you need to do audio voiceprint identification?"

This voice took Lin Luo a long time to get back.

Originally, this voice no longer existed and was scrapped, but he found it back through some special means.

"I ......" Yang Zhitong originally wanted to refute, but Ye An's words successfully blocked her throat.

She knew that that voice was what she said.

She could only cry and look at Ye Zhendong, "Zhendong...... I...... You're going to believe me......"

Ye Zhendong just stared at her, didn't speak, pursed his lips, and his face was tense and blue.

Ye Ningcai didn't care whether Yang Zhitong killed Wen Dai or not, "Dad, you can't blame Mom." If that woman doesn't die, how can you be with your mother!?"

"What kind of bastard are you talking about!" Ye Zhendong slapped Ye Ning and threw him to the ground.

The dragon head crutch in Wen Zhen's hand was on crutches, and he stepped forward in a few steps, and hit Yang Zhitong with a crutch.

"Oh!

But Wen Zhen didn't show mercy at all, and continued to wave the dragon head obediently, his face was cold, "It's you!

And the more he beats, the more crying his tone becomes, "You killed my Daidai! You return my daughter!"

In a moment, he was already in tears, and his voice was hoarse and repeated these words.

Seeing everyone's hearts sour.

But as long as there is a child in the family, no one wants to see the white-haired person send the black-haired person. What's more, he was still killed.

Ye Fei immediately stepped forward to appease Wen Zhen and pulled him aside, his tone was also a little crying, "Grandpa, don't be angry." You and my sister and I. ”

Yang Zhitong was beaten on the ground like a crazy woman, crying and making trouble, and the delicate lady appearance on weekdays was gone.

Ye Zhendong watched her being beaten, and he didn't make any moves, just watched coldly.

Wende is dead, and it doesn't matter if she was killed or by whom.

But Yang Zhitong ...... After all, I've been with him for so many years......

Yang Zhitong cried at Ye Zhendong: "Zhendong, I am also doing this for Ning Ning, for us......! Don't listen to them, I have a hard time doing this, you must believe me!"

Ye An's eyes were cold, and a silver pistol suddenly appeared in his hand, turned around his fingertips, and held it in his hand and aimed it directly at Yang Zhitong's forehead.

The whole action is gorgeous in one go.

The corners of his lips were cold, "Murder pays for life." ”