Ye Qilan said, looking towards the pale-faced Cao Shiyu: "And you, you wretch, when did I ever sleep with you? Even if you won't admit it, I know you had a hand in the plot to frame my wife..."
His gaze swept over to Xiao Ji: "Xiao Ji, you hate me for taking action back then, sending you abroad and snatching her from you, so you tried every means to break her and me apart, right?"
He didn't care about the specific truth, there were so many people who wanted to tear him and Su Hongxing apart, and each one was a suspect. All of these people, they all deserved to die!
"My wife died so lonely. Today, I have specially gathered you all to accompany her burial, so that she will not be too lonely on the road to the afterlife. Tonight, you will all go down to hell with me..."
After Ye Qilan finished speaking, without giving anyone else a chance to defend themselves, he knocked over the bottle of alcohol and lit it on fire.
