At this moment, Su Yinxue had come to understand.
She was sitting in the passenger seat.
In the rearview mirror, she could see seven or eight sedans and SUVs swarming in pursuit.
Su Yinxue thought of her mother's ruthlessness and felt a chill in her heart.
But Yang Fei seemed not to care at all.
A cigarette dangled from his mouth as he drove the Rolls-Royce, fast and steady.
"Yang Fei, are those cars behind us sent by Feen Ziyan?"
Su Yinxue asked with a trembling voice, her face pale.
It wasn't fear she felt, but heartache.
Yang Fei grunted and said indifferently, "It's fine, they won't catch up to us."
"I never expected Yi Jun'an to be so cruel as to attempt poisoning."
No matter what, Yi Jun'an was Su Yinxue's biological father.
Watching her father stand by and her mother commit evil deeds.
Su Yinxue's heart was filled with extreme sorrow.
Yang Fei snorted.
"Yi Jun'an is a spineless man; he has no way to stop Feen Ziyan."
"That she-wolf really is vicious."