Chapter 118
The kitchen knife in Han Xiaoye's hand was already on Su Guihua's neck, "If you don't want a divorce, then you will die! Don't worry, I only hate you when you are alive, but I don't hate you when you are dead! When you die, what is Qingming?" , Ghost Festival, I will definitely burn paper money for you, and let you become a millionaire underground, okay?"

Old Sutou and Mrs. Su looked at Han Xiaoye who looked like a ghost, trembling with fright, with their mouths half-opened like fish out of water, but they didn't dare to make a sound or even move. Move a little, worried about attracting Han Xiaoye to their side.

God!If they had known that Han Xiaoye was like this, even if they stole Director Zhang's house, they would never dare to reach out to the old Zhao's house!

"Little Yezi, don't..." Mrs. Zhao was startled.

On the contrary, Xiao Zijie calmly stepped forward to hold the old lady's arm to prevent the old lady from falling in fright. His warm and dry hand covered the back of the old lady's hand and squeezed it hard. The old lady immediately understood what happened.

Secretly relieved, the old lady still persuaded Han Xiaoye, "Little Yezi, it's not worth getting angry about this kind of person, don't be impulsive. Grandma is not afraid of Su Guihua's death, grandma loves you!"

"You kill? Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Su Guihua regained her energy when she heard Mrs. Zhao's voice. She still couldn't believe it. Han Xiaoye really dared to hack her to death in front of the old lady?

Han Xiaoye tightly grasped Su Guihua's hair with one hand, and lightly scratched Su Guihua's face with a knife in the other hand. This knife was sharpened by someone just yesterday, and it was naturally extremely sharp. Su Guihua's face could be seen immediately red.

"I know you're not afraid of me, but are your parents afraid? Are your children afraid?" Han Xiaoye slapped Su Guihua's neck with the back of a knife, "If you are willing to divorce, then our old debt will be written off." , if you refuse... I will hack you to death, and then hack your parents to death, and find a chance to burn your home later. The Yang family doesn't want Zhao Chun anymore, she will definitely live in your house, and at that time Huo, Zhao Chun and Zhao Shan can go down to accompany you? As for Zhao Xia and Zhao Lin... I can slowly find opportunities!"

"You...then you will be shot too!" Su Guihua glared at Han Xiaoye viciously.

"Hahaha!" Han Xiaoye laughed softly, for some reason, this laughter made the people present have goosebumps in the summer.

She winked mischievously at Xiao Zijie, "Brother Zijie tells them, it's the job of popularizing the law."

Xiao Zijie stared fixedly at Han Xiaoye's clear eyes, immediately raised the corners of his lips, and then said: "Xiao Yezi is not yet 16 years old, murder... naturally she will not be held legally responsible, at best she will be locked up in a correctional center. It will probably be out in a few months.”

"Did you hear that? When the time comes, I, Han Xiaoye, will be able to play with you again! Don't let anyone from the old Su family show up in front of me. Otherwise, if I find you, what will happen to you... What do you think?" Do you know? I can tell you carefully!" Han Xiaoye whispered in Su Guihua's ear, and her slightly narrowed eyes looked at Old Su and Mrs. Su from time to time.

"Divorce! Divorce!" Old Mrs. Su squeezed out her voice, like an old hen being pinched by the neck.

Han Xiaoye frowned, "But my uncle is gone, how can we leave?"

Old Mrs. Su knelt down in front of Director Zhang without saying a word, "Divorce, divorce Su Guihua and the boss of the Zhao family!"

"I won't leave—" Su Guihua yelled sadly.

(End of this chapter)

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