Qi Ye curled his lips without any expression, stood tall and looked at the two people in the cell.

Zhao Tan has a scattered head and a dirty face, crazy and never sees the glamorous beauty of the past again.

Ye Hui was sitting quietly in front of the window. When he heard footsteps turning back, he saw Qi Ye, and a look of sadness or joy flashed across his face. His head was nearly half white, which showed how much damage Ye Lin's death was.

A trace of cold demon flashed across Qi Ye's beautiful eyebrows, and his thin lips opened lightly: "Why aren't you dead yet?"

"Ye Bing," Ye Hui almost forced himself to look at this son. For so many years, he couldn't raise his head in front of him, let alone mention the dignity of being a father: "I have no other intention, I just want to say a few words to you."

Qi Yeliang smiled faintly.

Ye Hui probably thought that he could not escape the fate of paying off his life, and mustered up all the courage: "Your mother's death...is actually an accident..." He never thought that the knife would really penetrate Qi Xue's body. He just wanted to force her to divorce and hand over the child.

He knew that according to Qi Xue's temperament, he didn't care about the position of the young lady of the Ye family, and she didn't love him either. She just couldn't bear to part with Xiao Yebing, so she resisted so fiercely.

Ye Bing is the eldest grandson that Mr. Ye has always been looking forward to. It was impossible for Zhao Tan to enter the Ye family's door at that time, so he thought of a way to take Ye Bing to the Ye family to raise him, and then let Qi Xue voluntarily divorce, but he did not expect such a tragedy to happen...

Ye Hui has never dared to face Qi Xue's death for so many years. The mistake has been made. He can only choose to escape, escape Qi Xue's death, escape the condemned eyes of the outside world, and escape Ye Bing, who looks as much like Qi Xuesheng.

He once thought that as long as Ye Bing died, his nightmare would end, and the mother and son would become a past buried in layers of ashes, and no one would accuse him of...

Qi Ye's starry eyes flashed with a glimpse of cold light, and his expression on his face was extremely cold: "Continue!"

Under his cold eyes, Ye Hui's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat: "The Ye family is now yours, we are all dead, but..." His tone even begged: "Ye Ming is innocent, he doesn't know anything, and he is scared by us to get sick at a young age..."

A nearly empty sneer appeared on Qi Ye's lips, and he was indescribably cold and ruthless: "He is dead."

Ye Hui's body shook for a moment, looked up in disbelief, and faced Qi Ye's bottomless eyes, his heart was shocked and painful. After all, his four children paid the price of their lives because of his and Zhao Tan's sins.

"Ming'er..." Zhao Tan, who had been crazy, was recalled by Ye Ming's death. She rushed over, like a wild beast that had completely lost her mind, with a shrill hatred: "Ming'er!! You give my child back!!!"

Ye Hui opened his eyes, tears rolled down his eyes, and he was guilty of his own sin and could not survive...

Zhao Tan stretched out a pair of dirty hands, and was about to touch Qi Ye. Lingyi beside him suddenly drew out his knife and slashed it with one knife.

Blood squirted wildly, and a pair of broken hands fell on the ground, and the woman's scream of pain almost broke her throat.
Chapter completed!