"Remember, don't provoke the Martial Alliance in the future, and don't provoke Young Master Ye!"

The middle-aged man warned, and then walked away with the people and the excavator.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Ye Fan and Yuan Qingyi appeared at Qiao's Tea House.

In the field of vision, Qiao's Teahouse and a dozen nearby old buildings have been turned into ruins by excavators.

Everything is beyond recognition.

There was still a lot of blood on the ground.

Boss Qiao and others were sent to the hospital for treatment by the police, but a mute body was left at the scene.

There was no huge crowd at the scene, nor was there a large number of angry neighbors. There were only a few detectives protecting the scene.

The scene was very deserted and lonely.

When the neighbors saw Ye Fan appearing, they swooped away.

Ye Fan's mood did not fluctuate at all, he just looked at everything in front of him coldly.

He turned his head and looked at Yuan Qingyi: "Let Sun Xiucai give me an explanation..." Before he finished speaking, Ye Fan stopped talking and looked at Tang Ruoxue, who was holding an umbrella not far away.

Under the protection of Tang Qi and others, Tang Ruoxue walked towards the teahouse step by step with difficulty, her pretty face turning pale with every step.

Obviously, the scene in the teahouse had a strong impact on her mind and cognition.

Ye Fan was heartbroken.

I don’t know how long she walked, but she stood beside the dead mute and covered the body with an umbrella.

The wind and rain on the mute's head became much lighter.

Ye Fan took a step forward: "Ruoxue-" Tang Ruoxue turned back, looked at Ye Fan, and smiled sadly: "Is this the satisfactory answer you gave me?"
Chapter completed!