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Wang Ye was helped by his bodyguards to sit in a wheelchair. He glanced at the familiar carriage beside him and said with a slightly relaxed tone:

"Just have someone take me in. Here comes the old man." Wang Ye thought it was the old patriarch who came to seek justice for him.

Although it seemed impossible, a glimmer of hope flashed through my mind that I could hardly believe.

But he was destined to be disappointed.

As soon as I walked into the building, I heard Mr. Wang's roar: "You say it's not, so it's not?"

This was followed by the sound of porcelain breaking.

It was obvious that the old man was really angry.

No one dares to break things under the old man's nose. Are you complaining about your own life being too long?

Wang Ye did not rashly let the bodyguard push him in to get involved, but asked the servant who was trembling with fear, not knowing whether he should say hello:

"Sister Zhang, is there someone coming to our house? What happened? Did the old man quarrel with my father?"

Even though Wang Ye seldom returned to the mansion where his father, several stepmothers, and lovers came and went, he was still quite familiar with the personnel appointments there.

Even Sister Zhang, who had never seen 513 in the three months of working, was surprised.

However, Sister Zhang had obviously been trained before taking up the job and was told not to say anything that shouldn't be said.

Families like the Wang family are really different from ordinary families. Ordinary families would just take the money and leave if they were not satisfied with you.

But the Wang family? Giving money or not is secondary. This family can kill you.

Sister Zhang had only been here for a short time and had only heard about it vaguely, but she still didn't dare to say much.

But Wang Ye is not so easy to fool.

He nodded to the bodyguard, who immediately took out the checkbook. Wang Ye smiled and said:

"I haven't been home for a long time, but I'm the only son in my family. Please take good care of me in the future, Sister Zhang."

After fooling Sister Zhang, she was asked to pay again.

Sister Zhang looked around, swallowed greedily, and took the check in her hand quietly:

"I don't know the details, but it seems like someone died, and that old man...oh, it's your family's old patriarch, he's here."

"I lost my temper, but the master at home was also angry, so we started arguing."

He also said that the old man had arrived not long ago.

Sister Zhang’s words made Wang Ye tremble inexplicably.

It’s not because my father had a quarrel with the old man.

But... who died?

Is it Lu Fan, or?

But after thinking about it, he became discouraged. Maybe it was just an insignificant little character who died, and the old man took advantage of this "east wind" to come and find trouble with his father Wang Qishan.

After Wang Ye got what he wanted, he turned cold towards Sister Zhang and sent her away impatiently.

He asked the bodyguard to tidy up his clothes, and then he sat in the wheelchair and entered the hall.

The hall had been quiet for a while, but with Wang Ye's arrival, the old man got angry again.

An antique vase from the pre-Ming dynasty was thrown to the ground by the old man, and it immediately broke into pieces.

Millions of people heard such a crisp sound.

Wang Ye almost laughed out loud.

But he still quickly called out, "Grandpa, Dad."

Facing Wang Ye, Old Master Wang was furious: "Wang Qishan asked you to come? Well, you haven't even grown wings yet, and you all want to go against me?"

Not only Wang Ye, but Wang Qishan also said he didn't dare.

Old Master Wang's eagle-like eyes swept over the father and son.

The rage was gone, and he slowly calmed down.

Wang Ye quickly signaled the bodyguard to come forward and light a cigarette for the old man.

This was the "benefit" he enjoyed as the eldest son and grandson, and the old man allowed him to get close.

But now Wang Ye has a broken leg and can’t move around easily, so he can only signal his bodyguards to do it.

He is blatantly playing the victim in this way.

But no one could say anything about him.

The old man paused, and praised Wang Ye for a rare moment: "You are still a little filial."

These words made Wang Qishan feel like a thorn in his throat.

But his face was flushed and he didn't say a word.

Wang Ye had to start the conversation carefully, and asked with a hard heart: "Grandpa, you came here so late...what happened?"

Until now, Wang Ye just thought that the old man was angry with Wang Qishan because he was dissatisfied with the replacement of the head of the family.

Who knew that the old patriarch closed his eyes, blinked away the tears in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"What happened? Oh, your useless fourth uncle, he's gone."

"what?"

The string of rationality in Wang Ye's mind was disconnected for a moment. What should Wang Qi do?

He's dead, how is this possible?

He is the fourth son of the Wang family and the second son after Wang Qishan.

Moreover, Wang Qiying is different from Wang Qishan, the smiling tiger.

Wang Ye has always known that his fourth uncle has a group of desperate criminals under his command, who only do things that are not allowed by the country.

How could such a wicked person die?

He couldn't help but look at his biological father, Wang Qishan. Wang Qishan instantly became furious and raised his foot to kick his wheelchair, but was pushed away by the old man's cane.

The old man sneered while holding a cigar in his mouth:

"You see, even your own race suspects your hand in this matter."