Chapter 890 They are all so hateful

Jian Qiyue shook her head slightly but said nothing more. She looked at her daughter tenderly with deep love in her eyes.

Xiao Zhen felt that something was wrong with her expression, and hesitated to speak, but finally spoke: "Mom, do you feel sorry for your two sisters?"

Jian Qiyue was stunned for a moment, with a hint of bitterness in her eyes. She could see that Qiao Yanmeng and Fang Qingyi both cared about her very much and wanted to meet her.

But she couldn't give them the same love and the same response. Her heart was poor and she couldn't give anything to them. Even if they recognized each other, could she do her best?

The best love and the purest heartache have been given to Xiaozhen.

"Xiaozhen, you have to know that no matter what, mommy loves you very much, do you know?" Jian Qiyue stroked Xiaozhen's soft long hair, her heart filled with unspeakable helplessness.

At the same time, Qiao Yanmeng was also planning another thing.

An Ran was unexpectedly ruthless. This time, she probably didn't expect to succeed. At this moment, she should still be celebrating and excited.

Qiao Yanmeng felt that they could no longer let An Ran get away like this, they had to catch her and make an apology to their senior brother.

Qiao Yanmeng glanced at Zhan Tingbei.

The latter's eyes flashed with a fierce look, "I have an idea, do you want to hear it?"

"Of course." Qiao Yanmeng raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "I'm all ears."

The next morning, the news of Wei Lingfeng's assassination and unfortunate death spread to the ears of everyone in the Weiwu League.

"Ah? How is this possible? I saw the leader chatting with the great elder yesterday. What's going on?"

"Which murderer is so terrifying that he can assassinate the leader?!"

"We must avenge this. We can't just let it go. We can't be so weak!"

…

Various voices echoed within the alliance.

But Gao Yihan told everyone not to tell the outside world about this matter to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

Three days later, a funeral will be held for the leader at Linhai Cemetery. Anyone who wishes to attend can go there.

Three days passed in a flash.

The weather was gloomy that day, and the air was filled with thick humidity, like a sign of an approaching storm.

The funeral was grand but low-key.

Everyone was dressed in black and stood there in silence, listening to the pastor's calm and sad eulogy.

Qiao Yanmeng stood at the front of the crowd, her eyes lowered, staring quietly at her toes, looking very sad.

Zhan Tingbei was beside him, also looking sad.

"Have you discovered anything?" Qiao Yanmeng couldn't wait any longer and asked in a low voice.

Zhan Tingbei quietly reached out and tugged at her clothes, telling her to be patient and that what was supposed to come would come.

Just then, a black car slowly stopped not far away.

Against the gray sky, the car stood out.

Qiao Yanmeng was particularly sensitive and noticed something was wrong. She glanced over and saw the person in the car was motionless, but because of the distance, she couldn't see clearly who it was.

At this time, the funeral was already coming to an end. Gao Yihan brought over an urn with a look of sadness on his face.

Qiao Yanmeng stepped forward, took the urn, and slowly walked towards the tombstone.

At this moment, she noticed that the door of the car was opened and a slender figure walked out.

However, the man was wearing sunglasses and a cap, which was pulled down low, so his face could not be seen clearly.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Qiao Yanmeng's lips.

She took two steps and suddenly tripped deliberately, throwing the urn out. Amid the shock of the crowd, the urn fell to the ground, and white powder instantly spread all around.

"Senior Brother!" Qiao Yanmeng was so scared that she squatted down quickly, trying to put the white powder back into the urn.

"Get out of here, you stupid thing!" At this moment, a sharp female voice sounded, who else could it be but An Ran.

She actually walked forward with a gun, shocking everyone away.

"Qiao Yanmeng, are you going to die?" An Ran fired a shot into the sky. The huge noise caused the surrounding seagulls to scream wildly.

Qiao Yanmeng looked at her without saying a word.

When their eyes met, An Ran saw the hatred in her eyes.

An Ran smiled coldly, with the corners of her mouth curled up, "Hahaha, Qiao Yanmeng, a scumbag like you can also feel so miserable and painful. It seems that I did a good job this time. I am so awesome, hahaha..."

An Ran seemed to have gone crazy. She pointed at Qiao Yanmeng's nose and laughed at her incompetence.

"Senior Brother has done his best for you, why do you still want to kill him?" Qiao Yanmeng asked with gritted teeth.

An Ran froze suddenly, "Okay, is he good to me? Why don't you think about it, what have I paid for him? For him, I have become this ghost, but he thinks that my hands are not clean, that I am not pure, and that I am too cunning. Ha ha, men are really ridiculous. You give everything for him, but in the end he still blames you. What a jerk!"

An Ran was dressed in black, his face was pale and colorless, and he was so thin that he seemed like he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Qiao Yanmeng noticed something strange and had a bad guess in her mind.

"And you, all of you, are bastards!"