"Sister Ping's identity has also been found. She is Chiyan's Li Wanping. I suspect that Qin Yueyue is the daughter of her and Beitangwu. Otherwise, she would not do those lifeless things for Qin Yueyue." Mo Nan said carefully.
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Lei Yufeng tightened his hand and held the Star of Dark Night in the palm of his hand.
"I want facts, not doubts!" Thinking of the pain Mu Yiyi endured, his eyes were colder and deeper than the night.
There was a faint bloodiness on his handsome face, the cold and thin lips, and the strange curve that made people feel scared.
"Madame Greco should know Li Wanping's identity, and Madame Greco also knew that she asked someone to do this."[
"Yeah?"
"However, Mrs. Greco did not know what Li Wanping had done to her, and she certainly did not know Qin Yueyue's true identity."
Lei Yufeng frowned and asked, "Have you found that scum Han Zhenyu?"
Before Mo Nan could answer, his cell phone rang.
He took out the phone to answer the call, and the expression on his face suddenly froze: "Mr. Lei... Something happened..."
Mo Nan's voice was a little hoarse and trembled slightly.
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When Mu Yiyi woke up, he was drowsy and there was still a buzzing tinnitus in his ears.
She felt very painful and felt like she was lying on a bumpy stone floor.
She slowly opened her eyes and realized that she was tied up and lay curled up on a messy construction site that had been demolished.
"Awaken?" The man's voice was extremely cold.
His back was facing her, but Mu Yiyi still recognized the man in front of him, Han Zhenyu.
She looked at the back and could hardly find any feeling except anger.
She struggled to straighten her body because the raised edges made her body hurt.
A man in black, big and thick, went over and helped her up.
"No!" Han Zhenyu shook his head, "Let her kneel!"
Mu Yiyi, who was about to be helped up, was suppressed again, and cut his hands and kneeled on the messy slag.
That way it looks like a person who has committed a great sin, kneeling down humbly to confess his unforgivable sins.
"Girl! You are so cruel," Han Zhenyu limped towards her with a cane, his voice cold and his tone was very plain.[
A cold smile appeared on Mu Yiyi's face: "That shot, I didn't seem to hit the right place!"
Han Zhenyu stood in front of her, looking down at her deserted and stubborn but extremely beautiful face. She bent down, her face almost touching the tip of her nose.
"It's so fragrant!" Han Zhenyu took a hard breath. The fragrance of the different fragrance from the perfume made him very fascinated.
Mu Yiyi leaned back with disgust, but was soon pushed back by the man beside him.
Han Zhenyu's lips easily hit her forehead.
"Girl, how could you go to bed with a man who killed your biological father with his own hands? Did you feel no guilt when you were with him? Or were you a kind and kind woman?"
As he said that, he squatted down, and his big palm slowly wandered on her face regardless of her struggle, "What a beautiful face! Girl, why can't your love be as beautiful as your appearance?"
How dirty you are! I haven’t forgotten how your father died. How could you, as his biological daughter?”