Within this simple word, a fierce killing intent was contained, so intense that everyone present felt a chilling cold rush from their feet to their heads.
After speaking, he left the ICU.
Su Qingqing hurriedly chased after him, grabbing Ye Huan's arm, gritting her teeth, she asked, "Ye Huan, what exactly happened between you and my brother? Also, An Lei was lying, wasn't he? You couldn't have thought so much, right?"
"That fat old man isn't An Lei, he's an impostor."
"Moreover, Huang Yan invited him over with other motives."
"You and Aunt Song had better be on guard, be careful not to suffer losses."
Ye Huan gave a reminder.
"Do you have evidence?" Su Qingqing's eyes and voice both calmed down.
Evidence?
Ye Huan frowned, shaking his head, he said, "Speculation..."
Before he could finish, Su Qingqing burst out.
