Shi Tian was uncertain at first, and it was not until he said a few words to the woman that he was sure that the woman was talking lies.

She didn't know him, but she could see Shi Jingrong on TV.

His TV series and movies are broadcast on major TV stations, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he dominates the screen.

The woman didn't know him, but she could see Shi Jingrong's documentary for just over ten minutes.

Moreover, there are only scenes of Shi Jingrong having more than seven minutes in that documentary.

Furthermore, he and Xu Si have met him.

The kind of understanding that neither of them can forget.

Because he almost slapped Xu Si at the beginning, he was slapped by Shi Jingrong.

He was young and energetic at that time and had never loved anyone, but could not understand Shi Jingrong's feelings. Naturally, he held a grudge against her, hating her for ruining his brother's future and provoking the relationship between the two brothers.

Now think about it. If someone slapped Nan Yanyu, he would probably kick that person.

So, his brother was still merciless back then.

Moreover, this woman has no cramped smell, which is too suspicious.

Shi Jingrong recognized him at a glance, and this was not Xu Si at all.

It is intuition, tacit understanding, habit, and it has been deeply rooted for so many years.

Xu Si, this would not be the reaction when she saw him.

She can laugh, and she is happier than anyone else.

The woman seemed to notice something was wrong, and suddenly picked up Yi Feng, strangled her hand to the tiny and fair neck, instantly put away the sad expression on her face, and then showed a touch of playfulness, "It's not bad, I recognized it so quickly."

"Put down the child." Shi Jingrong looked at the man with ice ridges in his eyes.

"Xu Si"'s face was slightly stiff, and she felt that the air was a little colder.

"I'll say it again," Shi Jingrong's voice faded a little, "Let my son down."

"Xu Si" still didn't react much. The hand that held Yi Feng's neck slowly tightened. Yi Feng's face gradually turned purple and he couldn't struggle anymore. He looked at Shi Jingrong with a little fear in his eyes, which made people's hearts tugged.

Shi Jingrong didn't mean to say more nonsense. He suddenly took out a set of crossbows from the wall and shot a short arrow without the woman reacting at all, like a diving eagle that made people not beware of any defense.

The arrow shot straight into the woman's wrist. Although the arrow was not Kaifeng, it was a solid black iron. The woman's wrist shook and let go of Yifeng. Seeing this, Shi Jingshen immediately stepped forward and brought the child over.

The woman looked at the two people in front of her with a gloomy look, clenched her fists and waved them straight. Shi Jingrong raised her legs and faced her fists, and she overturned her to the side, picked up the short arrow at her hand, turned around and pressed it against the woman's neck, her eyes were as deep as the ancient temple, "Who asked you to come."

He almost gritted his teeth, and the force on his hands couldn't help but increase a little. The woman's face gradually became embarrassed, and finally she vomited a mouthful of blood.

"You will never know," the woman suddenly began to laugh, making people feel cold on her back inexplicably. She smiled for a moment and stopped, staring at Shi Jingrong with wide eyes, "Just like you never know whether your wife is dead or not! I deserve it!"

After the woman finished speaking, she suddenly began to roll her eyes and twitch, and finally blood and foam came out of the corners of her mouth, ending her miserable sound.
Chapter completed!