"Block 16, 903, Xishan Mingyuan, Changhai Street, Nanling Avenue."

Ye Fan took out Qinglang's ID card and glanced at him: "Is this your home address?"

Qinglang's face changed drastically: "What are you going to do?"

"Learn from you, destroy the whole family."

Ye Fan picked up his phone and typed a number: "Shen Dongxing, take someone to the famous garden of Xishan." After he reported Qinglang's family address, his tone was very calm: "Catch the person inside and throw it down from the rooftop.

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The green wolf roared: "Bastard, bastard, you can't do this, you can't do this."

"You can do this, why can't I do this?"

Ye Fan hung up the phone, his eyes joking: "When you come out and have no awareness of being killed?"

Qinglang was blocked and couldn't speak, but just gritted his teeth: "Ye Fan, you can't do this." His parents lived there, and his wife and daughter, Ye Fan ignored him.

In less than half an hour, the phone rang and a video invitation was invited, and Ye Fan opened it.

Qinglang clearly saw that Chen Dongxing was sitting in front of the 300,000-yuan piano in his duplex luxury home.

He was wearing white gloves, holding his daughter with a cigarette in his mouth, and shouting heart-wrenchingly at someone like me.

"A person as good as me should have lived a brilliant life."

"Why is it still floating in the sea of ​​people for more than 20 years?" The song with the original touching melody was roared with a lot of fierce intentions by Chen Dongxing.

"Ye Fan, what do you want me to do and what to do before I can let my family go?"

The cow's coaxing green wolf roared and finally lay on the ground to compromise: "You said, you said, you can do whatever you want me to do?"

He knew what kind of bastard Chen Dongxing was.

"Call President Ling."

Ye Fan patted Qinglang's cheek: "Let her come here to step on it."
Chapter completed!