"You want me to die? Fine, kill me now! Ye Jian doesn't need to do anything. I'll let you do it. Please kill me!"
Ye Zhifan was so angry his temples were bulging. He stopped the car by the side of the road and shouted, "If I can kill you, I will f** king kill you, you idiot who ruined our daughter's future!"
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"What do you mean?" As long as Ye Ying was involved, Sun Dongqing would be able to grasp the main point instantly. She stopped making a fuss and stared at her husband with disheveled hair. "What do you mean? What does scolding Ye Jian have to do with Yingying's future?"
Ye Zhifan, who had been having a hard time for the past few days, rolled down the car window in frustration. He lit a cigarette for himself and took a puff. "Ye Jian attended Uncle Gen's funeral while wearing her military uniform and insignia."
