Li Tianhong stood to the side, the scene before him driving him mad as he kept shouting, "Li Yehan, you're so capable, aren't you? You could kill your mother like this back then, so you can kill her now!"
Nan Qiao: !!
Li Yehan killed his own mother?
Nan Qiao couldn't believe it, nor did she want to believe it was true.
Although Li Yehan was cold and ruthless, he couldn't have committed the cruel act of killing his own mother, could he?
With clear eyes, Nan Qiao looked at Li Yehan and took out a necklace, "Li Yehan, put down the gun."
She was just about to hypnotize Li Yehan when, under Tianhong's horrified gaze, Li Yehan put down the gun.
Tianhong shook his head, unable to believe the scene.
He approached Nan Qiao and fiercely questioned her, "What did you do? Why does he listen to you?"
Nan Qiao, unyielding and full of presence, replied, "He's doing the right thing. Why shouldn't he listen to me?"