"Humph." Han Yan snorted coldly, and continued recklessly: "I'm telling the truth. Back then, Han Tianyang did kneel in front of his grandfather. He was like a downcast dead dog. Can you imagine that kind of picture?" Is he? He's a piece of shit, a real piece of shit."

Han Sanqian suddenly reached out and grabbed Han Yan's neck tightly. He said with a gloomy face, "Apologize to my grandpa."

Han Yan suddenly felt that she couldn't breathe. She didn't expect that angering Han Sanqian would end up like this.

His hands kept patting Han Sanqian, but to Han Sanqian, this kind of strength was like scratching an itch, and he would never let Han Sanqian let go.

As Han Yan's breathing became more and more difficult, and her face became extremely red, Han Yan exhausted her last breath and said, "Yes... I'm sorry."

Han Sanqian didn't let go of Han Yan immediately, but when she was almost fainting. Only let go.

Han Yan covered her neck with her hands, and took a big breath, feeling like she was alive after a catastrophe.

"What's the use of being fierce with me? If you have the ability, go find Han Tiansheng." Han Yan retreated to the corner and looked at Han Sanqian in horror. She felt that she was dying just now, and she was sure of it. If he doesn't apologize, Han Sanqian will kill her directly.

"Of course I'm going to look for it. After my gift is ready, I will come to the door in person." Han Sanqian said lightly.

Gift?

Han Yan looked at Han Sanqian suspiciously, but she didn't dare to ask. She wanted to leave Han Sanqian's house urgently now. For her, her life would be threatened if she stayed for another second.

"I don't want to be a waste. You'd better show your strength." After Han Yan left these words, she ran away like a bereaved dog.

Han Sanqian smiled faintly, and said to himself: "This woman never forgets to calculate. She even wants to use my hand to deal with Han Tiansheng. If you are a man, you are really a terrible opponent."

Han Yan's scheming is so deep that even Han Sanqian will be surprised. Moreover, her calculating methods and cruelty are the strongest Han Sanqian has ever seen. Fortunately, she is only a daughter, otherwise. For Han Sanqian, it was indeed a big trouble.

What Han Yan said meant exactly what Han Sanqian thought.

Now that Han Sanqian is no longer a threat to her, Han Li is dead, and Han Yan is no longer under Han Sanqian's control. She is now positioned like a fisherman, while Han Sanqian and Han Tiansheng are snipe and clam, The more intense the two fight, the more benefits Han Yan can get.

It would be best if both sides were hurt, and Han Yan would be able to abolish Han Sanqian without any effort. He could also find a chance to kill Han Tiansheng and secure his position as Patriarch.

However, his so-called gift still made Han Yan very curious.

Why did he give Han Tiansheng gifts for no reason?

The first day passed, and there were still two days left for Han Sanqian.

All eyes in the Chinese district are focused on Han's villa.

Through the gang of rich second generations, the news that Han Tiansheng was going to target Han Sanqian had already spread in the Chinese district.

Almost everyone believed that Han Sanqian was doomed to die.

They wanted to see how hard the young man's bones were.

Should he wait for Han Tiansheng to give him the news of his death, or just act like a pinch-tail dog and kneel down in the Han family villa.

Of course, more people tend to choose the latter, because they think that Han Sanqian is absolutely impossible to be Han Tiansheng's opponent, and if Han Sanqian is replaced by them, they will choose to kneel down to save their lives without hesitation.

Losing face and losing life, naturally the latter is more important.

"There are two days left, I don't know how long Han Sanqian can last."

"He's just killing time. He will definitely show up on the last day. I don't believe there are people in this world who can't live with their own fate."

"Offending Han Tiansheng is like offending the King of Hades, who dare not obey his orders." JrNovels.com