Li Jingting narrowed his eyes and clenched his hands that were hanging beside him.

Ye Pianran changed her clothes and bags after returning from the teahouse yesterday. She was with him all night last night, and no one could stuff the bottle of cyanide into her bag.

Dark pupils narrowed lightly, and he walked directly towards the interrogation room.

"Hey... Jingting."

Seeing Li Jingting suddenly stomp, Feng Jingteng felt anxious and hurriedly followed.

When Li Jingting arrived at the interrogation room, Ye Pianran had been locked up in the detention center. The detention center was empty and surrounded by white walls. The large walls on all sides formed a strong sense of oppression. Ye Pianran sat on the ground, holding his hands tightly.

The eyelashes moved slightly, and the tightly held hands slowly stroked the stomach.

Scream~

The door was suddenly opened, revealing a female policewoman in a police uniform.

“Someone visited.”

The policewoman said coldly, and Ye Pianran's first reaction was Li Jingting, and he immediately got up and walked out after the policewoman.

In the meeting room, Li Jingting stood tall, wearing a black suit, with straight and hard facial features and light in his eyes.

Ye Pianran looked at him with red eyes, but he still remained calm and sat down slowly.

"Ranran."

"Things are a bit tricky. You need to wait here for a while. Are you afraid?" Li Jingting's dark eyes gradually formed a bottomless vortex.

Ye Pianran stared at his eyes tightly and shook his head lightly: "I'm not afraid..."

"I trust you."

Her gentle voice went into her ears, making Li Jingting's chest hot. He slowly stretched out his hand and held Ye Pianran's hand tightly.

The eyes are firm and cold.

Ye Pianran pursed her lips and her voice hoarse.

"You...have you visited my dad? He..."

"He left peacefully." Li Jingting whispered, holding her hand tightly.

Ye Pianran finally couldn't help crying.

"In my heart, he has always belonged to my father..."

Who is it, he doesn't even let him go...

"I know." Li Jingting's dark eyes were stern, his Adam's apple rolled, and he comforted her softly.

"Don't be sad, everyone has their own destiny. Maybe... it's his destiny. Even if he survives, he will spend the rest of his life in prison. Thinking about it like this, death is also a relief for him."

Li Jingting kept holding her hand tightly and said in a warm voice.

Ye Pianran looked up at him, and the eyes of the two reflected each other.

The eyes were intertwined, and there was a firm light in both of them.

.........

Villa in the western suburbs.

Yan Muchun sat in front of the window, staring at the gorgeous early spring flowers blooming outside the window, and gently curling his lips.

A regular footstep sound came from her ears. She stood there slightly, turned her wheelchair and turned around, looking at Su Ying, who was walking towards her with her bag angrily.

Rushui's eyes were filled with confusion, she frowned and opened her mouth, "Mom, who made you unhappy?"

"You'd better explain to me what Ye Jinfeng is doing. Are you crazy? What should you do to him if you have nothing to do?"

Su Ying's face was filled with anger and a little excited.

A cold light flashed through Yan Muchun Huishen's eyes and said with a smile: "It turns out that it's because of this, it's not what you said to me, you should do things without any means."

"Since you can't kill Ye Pianran openly, then kill him secretly."

"Now Ye Pianran has been in prison. If the Yan family has no sovereignty, it will inevitably be in chaos. Isn't this a good opportunity for me to take action?"

Su Ying's hand holding the bag froze for a moment, and her throat moved slightly: "You remember my words very clearly."
Chapter completed!