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How could this be? How could this be?

Zhao Xiangcheng's face was full of disbelief, he really didn't understand.

It's obviously fine, why did the sky collapse all of a sudden?

Husband, what should I do now? Luo Ying was also anxious.

After all, if the Zhao family were to collapse, then she would have no life with brocade clothes and jade food.

Zhao Lingshuang and Zhao Xiangcheng's sons were also pale, and their hearts were full of anxiety.

I can tell you how this happened.

A cold voice entered everyone's ears.

The senior executives of the Zhao family all gave way.

Zhao Ziling walked in with Su Xun in her arms, followed by Shen Xun and a group of bodyguards.

It's you!

Seeing Zhao Ziling and Shen Xun, Zhao Xiangcheng and the others instantly understood everything.

All this was done by Zhao Ziling.

Zhao Xiangcheng was very angry, and rushed to her in a few steps: Why do you do this? Do you know what you are doing? You just want to kill us!

Yes, I just want to kill you. Zhao Ziling looked at him calmly and said lightly.

Zhao Xiangcheng said sadly, I'm your father!

Let someone drug my daughter to ruin her reputation. You are really my good father. Zhao Ziling sneered.

Luo Ying and Zhao Lingshuang were pale.

Zhao Xiangcheng pursed his lips: You...you already know, listen to my explanation, Ziling, Dad doesn't want to do this either...

But you still did it. Zhao Ziling interrupted him with a blank expression.

Zhao Xiangcheng roared angrily: Then you are happy that you killed our Zhao family? I am your father, you are not filial, not filial!

I just want you to see how your high capital has collapsed. Facing the angry Zhao Xiangcheng, Zhao Ziling seemed very indifferent.

Luo Ying stepped forward aggressively and rebuked: Zhao Ziling, do you still have a conscience? To talk to your father like this, did your mother teach you that when she was alive?

Snapped!

Zhao Ziling raised her hand and slapped her face: Although I think it's dirty, I want to hit you more, because you don't deserve to mention my mother.

You...you... Luo Ying's face was ashen with anger.

Her son was angry: Zhao Ziling, you little bitch, how dare you hit my mother!

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward, wanting to beat Zhao Ziling as hard as he did when he was a child.

Before he could get close, however, several dark pistols were aimed at him.

He calmed down instantly, stopped abruptly, and a big cold sweat fell from his forehead.

Come on, don't you want to hit me? Zhao Ziling looked at him coldly.

Zhao Xiangcheng's son did not dare to move.

Zhao Ziling sneered: Break his leg.

Zhao Xiangcheng said quickly: Ziling, listen to me, Dad knows it's wrong, he is your brother, your brother, don't care about him.

When he beat me before, you didn't protect me much. The more Zhao Xiangcheng was like this, the more angry Zhao Ziling was: My mother was killed by you!

Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I killed your mother, but it has nothing to do with your brother. In order to protect his only son, Zhao Xiangcheng also broke the jar.

Zhao Ziling was furious in her heart: The more you care about him, the more I will destroy him. I said, break his legs.

Pfft!

Zhao Xiangcheng knelt down directly, and hugged Shen Xun's leg with a rolling crawling: Shen Gongzi, please raise your hand and let us go, please.

Director Zhao, you may have misunderstood. Shen Xun said indifferently: I, Shen Xun, just do things for Miss Zhao. How can I stop her?

Hearing this, Zhao Xiangcheng was stunned, and everyone in the Zhao family was stunned.

They always thought that it was Zhao Ziling who climbed up on Shen Xun's high branch, and because of Shen Xun's support, they forced their Zhao family to this point.

But now listening to Shen Xun's words, it doesn't seem to be the case, Zhao Ziling has climbed higher.

Someone more powerful than Shen Xun, the Zhao family can't imagine what kind of existence they are.

Then came fear.

Pfft!

Luo Ying couldn't take it anymore, and knelt on the ground with her legs bent: Zi Ling, Zi Ling, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me.

While talking, he also took care of his son and daughter: Quick, get down on your knees and apologize to your sister, get down on your knees and beg your sister.

Brother Zhao Lingshuang also knelt down and realized the seriousness of the matter.

I won't forgive any of you because my mother can't be resurrected anymore.

Zhao Xiangcheng, I still remember when I was in junior high school. I told you, baby, that your son touched my room and tried to rape me. If you don't believe me, you even slapped me and scolded me for seducing him. Do you remember?

Zhao Ziling said with an expressionless face, but everyone was worried when they heard it.

Even the senior executives of the Zhao family company who were present did not expect that Zhao Xiangcheng was not a thing, because it was self-inflicted and deserved.

Zhao Xiangcheng's lips were squirming, tears were streaming down his face, and he kept saying: Zi Ling, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, forgive me once?

No, you don't know, you're just scared, but that's enough. Zhao Ziling showed a contemptuous smile: Breaking his legs, deaf?

Su Xun has never seen Zhao Ziling's side before, which shows how much resentment she has in her heart.

Two strong men stepped forward and forcibly controlled Zhao Xiangcheng's son.

Dad! Save me! Dad, save me!

Zhao Xiangcheng's son screamed and struggled, his eyes were full of fear, and his urine was frightened.

Don't! Stop it! Stop it!

Zhao Xiangcheng and Luo Ying wanted to step forward to stop them, but they were held down in time and could not move.

They could only watch helplessly as a solid wooden chair slammed into their son's leg.

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but the position where the chair fell includes the third leg in the middle.

Ahhh!

With a shrill scream, Zhao Xiangcheng's son's legs were deformed, and he passed out in pain.

From now on, there will be no Zhao family, and I will not trouble you again. I will let you live, because as long as I see that you are not doing well, then I will be happy for my mother under Jiuquan.

Zhao Ziling's voice fell, and she turned to leave. The moment she turned around, tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.

Behind him were the heart-wrenching cries of the Zhao family, mixed with Zhao Xiangcheng's hysterical scolding.

After walking out of Zhao's house, as soon as she got in the car, Zhao Ziling collapsed on the seat as if she had lost her strength.

Master, I avenged my mother, and I also avenged myself, but it was not as happy as I imagined, but rather sad. Zhao Ziling hugged Su Xun and muttered to herself.

Su Xun touched her head with his paw: It will be fine after a while, don't think about it anymore.