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"Yes, I do have this idea, but I don't know if his current physical condition can withstand such a blow!"

"There is no problem with that. Although he only has 6 months left to live, he has taken good care of himself. To put it bluntly, this matter is all his fault in the final analysis. We can't just because of him. Just let this matter pass in a muddle-headed way, otherwise, what if Yang Lin continues to attack you? Don't forget that you lost your life in your previous life!"

When he said that, Mu Qing nodded and said, "In that case, let's make an appointment with Mr. Yang, I also want to see who my biological father is!"

So under Yan Zhengdong's operation, that night, Mu Qing met Yang Qishan and his wife, Jiang Yun.

If Dong Wan is a gentle and graceful Jiangnan beauty, then Jiang Yun is a typical good-looking lady from a great family, and it cannot be said that he is handsome, it can only be said that he is not ugly.

But compared to Dong Wan, her looks are a little dull.

If you think so, it's not hard to understand why Yang Qishan is still looking for other excitement outside after having a wife.

Because the conversation was a secret, the few people finally made an appointment to meet in a hotel owned by Yan Zhengdong.

The top floor of the hotel has been completely blocked, in order to allow the two parties to negotiate properly.

Of course, there is no need to eat or anything, and they finally decided to meet in the meeting room.

In the conference room, Mu Qing finally met the real father of his two lifetimes.

At this time, Yang Qishan should be in his 60s, but his hair is all white, and he looks about 70 years old.

His spirit is relatively normal, and he does not have the decadence of a patient with terminal liver cancer as imagined, and his wife, Jiang Yun, is just by his side.

After the two parties sat down, raised Shancai and said, "So this is Yan Zhengdong, Mr. Yan, I have heard of your name for a long time, and I have some friendship with your parents, but I don't know where my son Yang Lin is. If something offended you, I asked you to see him and invited him over. I actually came here today with sincerity. I hope the two sides can have a chat. After all, everyone in the mall sees you without looking up. Misunderstanding this kind of thing It’s best to resolve it, we still need to be single-minded to go further, don’t you think so?”

What he said was quite meaningful.

When he came up, he directly stated that he didn't mean to fight against Yan Zhengdong with Mu Qing, and also said that he and Yan Zhengdong's parents had some friendship. I hope he can look at the friendship between the two families and don't do things too much. .

And the most important thing is that he has already expressed his attitude, that is, no matter what, my son may have provoked you, and I am willing to apologize to you, but you have to let my son go, otherwise, everyone is in the mall. Man, if you have the means, I'm no better than you.

And if it was the usual Yan Dong, he would naturally not care about him, but now that the situation involves human life and his lover, he has no intention of drinking Yang Qishan to solve these rising riddles.

So he said bluntly: "Mr. Yang, let's get straight to the point. I did detain Young Master Yang Lin, but it's not what we want to do! The two sides have reached an irreconcilable conflict!"

The expression on Yang Qishan's face suddenly became serious when he said this, "I want to know what Yang Lin did to make you so angry that you used the word irreconcilable?"

When he said Yan Zhengdong in this way, he spit out two words "killing",

When he said this, Yang Qishan suddenly became ill.

"What did you say? Kill someone? How is that possible? My son is also a well-known shopping mall elite, how could he do such a thing? Okay, you say he killed people, and you show evidence who did he kill?"

Seeing that Yang Qishan's face was really covered and he didn't know anything, Mu Qing was also a little helpless, so Yang Lin wanted to kill himself and Shen Muqing in order to consolidate his position.

But as a father, Yang Qishan didn't know the existence of himself and Shen Muqing at all, so the two lifetimes of himself had actually encountered unreasonable disasters, right?

Thinking of this, he sighed softly.

And Yan Yanzhengdong glanced at him, and then said, "I wonder if Mr. Yang Qishanyang has ever heard of the murder of Shen Muqing?"

When he said this, Yang Qishan couldn't help being taken aback, and then he came to his senses.

"Are you talking about the starlet who was killed a few years ago? He's been all over the news lately. I've heard of him, so what's the matter? Don't you think the case has been investigated very clearly now? The murderer was actually his friend, that person named Song Zixuan."

"Mr. Yang, I didn't expect you to be so concerned about the entertainment industry. You even knew Shen Muqing's name even when you were in poor health, but did you know that the person named Shen Muqing was actually your son, his mother?" It's called Dong Wan!"

When he said this, Yang Qishan was stunned, but he didn't really deserve to be an old man in the mall, and his reaction was really fast.

Immediately said, "Is there any evidence for what you said? Now, is there any point in bringing up what happened more than ten years ago?"

"Of course." Seeing his attitude, Yan Zhengdong couldn't help sneering, "So Mr. Yang is here, after you know that Mu Qing is your illegitimate child, you also said that it doesn't matter?"

"In short, this matter has passed, the dead person is dead, we can't get too entangled, and to put it bluntly, this matter is like I said, he doesn't have any evidence, you just rely on this matter to detain him My son, is it too arbitrary?"

When he said this, Yan Zheng Dongbin sighed, said without saying a word, and played the recordings found in Song Zixuan's house.

The moment he heard the voice in the recording, Yang Qishan's expression changed slightly. After listening to the evidence that could be called irrefutable evidence, he sighed heavily.