Moreover, President Jiang died at the hands of Yuan Qingyi.

This is bound to make the situation in the Longdu Martial League even more turbulent.

"Here, let's drink a glass of milk to calm down the shock."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Fan walked into the side hall where the body was temporarily parked and handed a cup of hot milk to Yuan Qingyi:

"People cannot be resurrected after death, so don't think too much about it."

"You've been crying for almost an hour. It's time to go to your room and take a rest, otherwise it will hurt your body."

Although Ye Fan felt very sorry in his heart, as long as he took another shot, he could completely control Chairman Jiang's madness, and his hands strangled his neck would be powerless.

But Ye Fan also understood that Yuan Qingyi killed him because he was worried about his own safety. It would be too unkind to blame or feel sorry for him at this moment.

What's more, Yuan Qingyi is even more sad than herself, after all, he is her husband.

"I...I really didn't want to kill him..."

Yuan Qingyi held the milk:

"I just instinctively wanted to stop him from hurting you, but unexpectedly I stabbed the knife into his back."
Chapter completed!