Song Jia and Qiao Jiaying both tensed at the same time and looked at him.
"A hitman can disappear? What kind of operation are you running? I don't care, just hurry up and get rid of those two people."
"Two?" Qiao Jiaying felt a chill in her heart, "Mom, who else besides Jian Xi?"
Song Jia didn't dare to answer.
"Is it... my dad?" Qiao Jiaying suddenly realized, "Oh my God!"
She covered her mouth, trembling with shock!
Uncle Liang, oh no, her biological father actually wanted to kill her adoptive father!
It was, after all, eighteen years of nurturing kindness, and Qiao Jiaying felt more inclined toward Qiao Yonghui. Looking at Old Liang, who was bald and elderly, she felt not only disgust but also fear.
This man was too terrifying, actually killing people at will.
If she didn't obey, if she didn't recognize him, would he kill her too? Qiao Jiaying swallowed nervously out of fear.
"Don't let them appear again. And that thug named Lin Huan... BEEP BEEP BEEP!"