When the sun was fully raised, a scream of horror suddenly came to the villa, and followed by panic footsteps...

Haiyue knew that it must be the servant who found Yi Zhentian's body when he went to the study to clean the morning!

"Don't you... go and take a look?" Haiyue asked Du Yunyan with a gloomy eyes carefully.

"What do you want to see?" Du Yunyan raised his lips and showed a sneer without any warmth. "Go and confirm if that old guy Yi Zhentian is dead?"

Du Yunyan stopped, snorted coldly, and then continued, "Don't worry, I confirmed yesterday that the old guy died before leaving. He would never be able to survive!"

Haiyue looked at him, not knowing what to say.

"But your words remind me that if I didn't follow me, someone would definitely doubt me." Du Yunyan stood up and walked towards the door.

When he arrived at the door, he stopped, turned around, looked at Haiyue and said, "Don't try to escape, and don't try to tell the people in the villa what you saw yesterday, otherwise, I'll be polite to you!"

After the threat was completed, Du Yunyan opened the door and mingled into the chaotic crowd that was going back and forth in the corridor.

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For some reason, since yesterday evening, Sikong Jingqiu began to feel restless, as if there were millions of insects and ants gnawing on his chest, and it was neither sitting nor lying.

Lying until □□ toss and turns, I couldn't sleep.

When the hour hand pointed to six, he could no longer lie down. He sat up with his arms, put on a casual coat, and with his own efforts, he sat in a wheelchair and went to the study.

As soon as he entered the study, Sikong Jingqiu discovered that the old lady Sikong was already inside.

She sat behind the desk, staring at the computer screen without blinking, with her hair a little messy, her face haggard, her eyes covered in blood, and she looked like she hadn't slept all night.

"Grandma? Have you not slept all night?"

"It's Jingqiu..." The old lady pounded the sore neck tiredly, waved her hand to let her grandson come over, "Come here, come and see, this is what I just received."

"What?" Sikong Jingqiu pushed the wheelchair over and was stunned when he saw the email on the screen, "Who sent it to you?"

"I'm an old friend of many years."

Sikong Jingqiu glanced at the email again and confirmed that the content on it was indeed a commercial secret. Then he asked, "Why would the senior executives of Qinghe Group send you such an email? Why did Yi Zhentian suddenly transfer all his assets back?"

The email read that Yi Zhen held a video conference at 7 pm last night, asking the senior executives of Qinghe Group to transfer all their assets back to China within a week!

"You also think it's strange, right?" Old Mrs. Sikong pointed to the screen and said, "At the beginning, I thought Yi Zhentian wanted to use the money to buy the stocks of our company, but I thought it was wrong. Since Yi Zhentian let me go, he should know that I would act immediately. If he wanted to buy the stocks of Bingfeng Group, there was no need to do anything extra... "

"Grandma, I have an ominous premonition." Sikong Jingqiu said with a solemn expression.

Before his topic was finished, the system prompted to receive a new email with a "ding" sound.

Old Mrs. Sikong immediately clicked on it—

After seeing the content above, the grandparents and grandchildren were stunned at the same time!
Chapter completed!