Yun Jiao came, running all the way, panting and looking hurried.

When I came here, I had already asked the servants and understood the general situation. I learned that Yang Qianxue died last night, around two o'clock in the morning.

"He's not the murderer!"

"Miss Yun?" Father Yang was slightly more polite when he saw that Yun Jiao was related to Master Ling. "What do you mean by that?"

"How do you know he is not the murderer? This is the Yang family's business. What qualifications do you, an outsider, have to interfere?" Mrs. Yang said angrily.

"Jiaojiao?" When Yang's mother saw Yun Jiao, she looked surprised and a little stunned.

"Why are you here?" Yang Wei was also surprised and subconsciously wanted to avoid her. He didn't want her to see him in such a miserable and miserable state.

He has no weight in this family.

In front of the woman you like, you just want to leave a good impression... This may be every boy's self-esteem.

Yun Jiao strode over, glanced at everyone, and said loudly:

"Last night, when Miss Yang died, I was with Yang Wei!"

hiss--

When these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Miss Yang was like midnight, that is to say, the young master was unmarried and Miss Yun was unmarried, and they were together in the middle of the night...

But wasn't Miss Yun someone brought by Master Ling? How could she be related to the young master?

Isn't what Miss Yun meant by this to tell everyone that she has a close relationship with the young master?

Father Yang frowned. Which team did this woman named Yun Jiao stand on? Yang Wei? Or Master Ling?

Master Ling hates women who are fickle the most.

"By saying this, are you admitting your relationship with Yang Wei?" he asked.

Yang Wei was a little anxious, "Jiaojiao, don't worry about this! I..."

"Yes!" Yun Jiao spoke, and the word fell heavily, extremely clear and firm, "Last night, we were together, he is not the murderer! He is innocent!"

"Ha ha!"

Father Yang slammed the table, stood up and laughed coldly.

After getting this answer, he was sure that Master Ling would definitely kick out Yun Jiao, who was able to please everyone.

Since Yun Jiao was not a threat to him, he did not need to consider Mr. Ling's face. He sat back and raised his hand and said ruthlessly:

"Although you were together, it was the wolfhound who committed the crime. Yang Wei's improper supervision made him no different from the murderer. He should be held responsible for Qianxue's death!"

Yun Jiao: “?”

What's the difference between this and specious arguments?

"Come here, tell me the family rules. Today, I will beat this ungrateful beast to death!"

After the order was given, the butler brought a tray with a black soft whip as thick as a thumb on it. The whip was covered with barbs and was sharp. One whip could tear out flesh but would not be fatal.

Yun Jiao said: "Yang Wei is not the murderer! Besides, Miss Yang's wounds are small in shape, and it looks like she was bitten dozens of times. But this wolfdog is so big, it is impossible for it to bite like this!"

"How dare you!" Father Yang slammed the table angrily, "You mean I checked wrong?"

How dare a teenage girl question his authority?

How outrageous!

He ignored her and started to take action immediately. At this moment, a report came from outside that Master Ling had arrived.

"Why are you here, Master Ling?" Father Yang stood up to greet him.

Ling Che put one hand behind his back, walked over lazily and leisurely, glanced at everyone present, and his gaze stayed on Yun Jiao for a while before moving away.

"I heard that something happened to the Yang family, so I came here to take a look." He walked to the seat of honor, sat down lazily, and laughed with an unclear emotion:

"It's cruel for a brother to kill his sister."

"He didn't kill anyone!" Yun Jiao looked at him coldly with a cold tone. He looked very aggressive, like a hedgehog with its spines erected.

He frowned, lowered his eyes, and smiled coldly:

"Just because you say it's not, it's not?"

"Master Yang, your son is stubborn and stubborn. If you don't whip him a few times, he probably won't confess."

Father Yang was already angry, and after hearing this, he became even angrier. He grabbed the whip and rushed towards Yang Wei with great momentum.

A whip hit him hard on the back.

Bang!

In an instant, clothes were torn, skin was torn, and blood splattered.