"She may not be moved by 100 million, but she will inevitably get angry because of Yang Feicui's death."

Ye Fan accelerated the motorcycle slightly: "No matter what, I will give her a warning."

"Don't be angry, I'll ask her to communicate later."

Song Hongyan smiled slightly: "Let's see if there is a misunderstanding."

"It's better to leave Hengcheng as soon as possible if she's fine."

Ye Fan hit the nail on the head: "Otherwise, even if she is not willing to kill someone, Luo Badao and the others will eradicate her this 'disaster'."

In a turbulent period, Tang Yuanba's crisis has not been resolved yet. If you provoke Luo Badao and others, Tang Ruoxue's ten lives will not be enough.

"Okay, I'll find a way to let her go back."

Song Hongyan blew the sea breeze and smiled: "By the way, what are you going to deal with Luo Feiyu?"

This hot potato is still left in your hand and has not been beaten out.

Ye Fan looked ahead and looked at the rising sun and spoke:

"You can wipe this half piece of toilet paper again..."
Chapter completed!