Jiang Li had no choice but to believe it now, as the exact news had inundated the internet.
A wealthy man's private jet spontaneously combusted and exploded in mid-air over the forest, then crashed.
Seeing the news and facing the wreath sent by Jiang Lai, Jiang Li suddenly kicked the wreath violently, growling with a low roar.
"Jiang Lai!!"
Jiang Qi couldn't control himself and swayed a bit, finally stumbling down to sit on the steps, his head down and eyes slightly red.
"It was Jiang Lai who did it."
Looking at Jiang Li, his voice trembled, hoarse and dry.
"Jiang Lai wants to kill us."
An invisible panic and unease weighed heavily on his heart.
He suddenly felt as if a sword were hanging over his head.
On the contrary, after kicking over the wreath, Jiang Li clenched his fists and stood at the doorway, staring intently at the mess on the ground, and spoke slowly.
"Then let her try, let's see who ends up dead first."
