Lin Tian was taken aback, then he chuckled and said, "The lawyer is sitting right next to me, and you say you want to kill me. If one day I really die, you won't be able to wash your hands of it, will you? Besides, are you senile? Your son dies, and you blame it on me? I can tell you clearly, he died at the hands of an old man named Kun Yun. You might not know him, but Wang Sijing does."
"Do you think I'm easy to fool?" Wang Daoran's voice turned colder.
"Believe it or not." Lin Tian shrugged, "After all, the situation between us is like fire and water now, what's another blame to take?"
Having said that, Lin Tian directly snatched the contract from Wang Daoran's hand, left one copy, and headed out with the lawyer.
As he just walked out of the office, Lin Tian suddenly came back, smiling as he said, "Also, I've seen through all your little tricks. Tell your people to leave, and don't target Qiansimei anymore."
