If it were him, the other party would not have to use such a large amount of money to cover it up.
The more this matter is investigated, the more mixed it is, and the more people and things are involved.
Li Tingchen was extremely tired after not resting for a few days, but he didn’t feel the slightest drowsiness, leaning on the leather cushion, with only one thing in his mind.
If Su Qiping is really not the murderer, what is his two-year torture of Su Qingyu?
Thinking of this possibility, his back was cold.
Su Qingyu was his favorite woman, but he inserted the sharpest swords one by one in her deadliest place.
She was scarred and bruised all over, and she lived in this mud for a long time.
Li Tingchen held his head in both hands and grasped his hair fiercely.
What did he do!
“Mr. Li, don’t worry too much, my wife will be fine.”
“Yes, the other party robbed Mr. Su without harming Mr. Su. Obviously, he used this hole card to lure Miss Su out and prove that Miss Su is still alive.”
Chen Feng Chen Ling thought he was too worried about Su Qingyu, but he didn’t know that he was too self-blaming.
He blamed himself so much that even if he met Su Qingyu, he didn’t know what to do with the relationship between the two.
How could he be worthy of meddling in Su Qingyu in this way.
Li Tingchen’s fingers fell into the thick black hair, and a touch of coldness suddenly flashed across his pupils.
In fact, there is another way in this matter.
Regardless of whether Li Lanrui’s death was related to Su Qiping or not, as long as he let him sit on this point, Su Qing would be the one who killed his sister.
In this way, Su Qingyu could return to his side.
correct.
He raised his head abruptly.
There is a touch of paranoid light in my eyes, Susu, I will never let you escape.
In this life, even if it is death, you can only die by my side.
Chen Ling suddenly glanced behind, and the cold smile at the corner of Li Tingchen’s mouth was reflected on the car window, and Chen Ling’s back was cold.
Mr. Li is afraid that he is not crazy?