First Lady

"Thanks to the young master, the family is fine!" Aunt Wu is a person who can talk, after being frightened, of course... still frightened.

In the face of people like Ming Ye, how many people can not be afraid, especially after doing something wrong, they are even more vulnerable.

Ming Ye nodded with a clear look, "Oh...it's okay, but how did I hear that your son was secretly embezzling the company's money and was arrested? Are you out now? Do you want to call your son at the police station?" Hello."

Aunt Wu trembled when she heard this, and the rag that was wiping the table in her hand fell on the table with a slap, her face was flustered.

"No...don't bother the young master, thank you for your concern, young master, he... has already come out, I...my unbelievable son, I really wish he could just die in prison." [

Ming Ye frowned and looked at Aunt Wu, and said with a smile: "Since you want your son to die so much, then... this young master will help you!"

What he said made Mrs. Wu dumbfounded and didn't know what to say, she opened her mouth wide and couldn't say a word.

Sister-in-law Wu thought that Mingye was just talking casually, but there was not much meeting. Two tall terrorist men in black suits and sunglasses sandwiched a dying man who was beaten, covered in Blood, it looks like something from a man came.

Then there was a muffled bang, and Mrs. Wu's whole body shook, the two of them had already left the thing on the ground, then bowed towards Ming Ye, turned around and strode away.

Seeing this scene, Auntie Wu was so frightened that she was breaking out in cold sweat. Suddenly, something on the ground groaned, and then Auntie Wu recognized that...it was her own son's voice.

Sure enough, the person on the ground who had already changed his face slowly raised his head, and stretched out his hand tremblingly towards Aunt Wu: "Mom...help me, Mom, save me! I...don't...don't...don't want to die!"

Sister-in-law Wu immediately ran over and hugged her son, "Son, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Mingye smiled politely, as if he was doing something very good: "Didn't you say that you wish your son would just die, I'm helping you too!"

Aunt Wu's wrinkled face instantly turned ashen, tears mixed with cold sweat rolled down, and she stood in front of her son crying.

He asked loudly: "Young master, young master, why on earth is this? Why did you beat him like this."