"What did you say?"

When Zhang Tianlin heard the news that was like thunder in the dry land, the teacup in his hand slid down and fell to the ground with a click, falling into pieces.

He opened his eyes wide, his face as if it was frozen, and he looked at Zhao Gang in shock, "Do you say it again?"

"Young Master...Young Master is dead!"

Zhao Gang's voice was small, but it was enough for Zhang Tianlin to hear it clearly.

"My son...this...this is impossible!"

Zhang Tianlin's eyes were dull and he murmured.

He still couldn't believe the authenticity of the news!

Although Zhang Hao is doing something wrong on weekdays and has accumulated a lot of enemies, everyone in the entire Han Dynasty knows that Zhang Hao is his son of Zhang Tianlin. Even if he has anger in his stomach, he will have to break his teeth and swallow it in his stomach! How dare he make such a heavy move on Zhang Hao?

Zhao Gang lowered his head timidly. At this time, he did not dare to talk anymore, for fear that Zhang Tianlin would go wild and spread his anger on his head.

Zhang Tianlin suddenly stood up, and then his big hand, which was like a tiger claw, tightly grabbed Zhao Gang's shoulder, then shook violently, and asked, "What you said is true?"

Zhao Gang was stunned by the situation in front of him, and then nodded in panic and said in response: "The young master's body... has been transported back!"

"Where?"

Zhang Tianlin asked in a hurry as if he had gained or lost his heart.

"It's right...it's in the hall of the manor!"

After hearing this, Zhang Tianlin let go of Zhao Gang and hurriedly ran towards the hall.

As soon as he ran into the hall, he saw that Zhang Hao was covered with a white cloth, and there was no dust on his face, as if he had been taken care of before transporting it.

The established facts are placed in front of Zhang Tianlin, and he is not allowed to have any doubts.

His mind was blank, and he was approaching Zhang Hao's body like a soulless walking corpse.

And the moment he walked to Zhang Hao's body, his emotions were like a flood that broke through the dam, and it was out of control.

Two lines of tears burst out from their eyes. He lay on Zhang Hao's body and started crying silently.

Zhao Gang followed closely along the way. Seeing the scene in front of him, he did not dare to walk forward rashly. He just stood a few meters away, waiting for Zhang Tianlin's instructions at any time.

I don’t know how long it took, Zhang Tianlin straightened up. The eyes in his eyes were so cold that it was creepy. His old hands grabbed the white cloth on Zhang Hao’s body and covered Zhang Hao’s face. Then he gritted his teeth and said ruthlessly: “Son, Dad will definitely avenge you!”

After speaking, he turned around and looked at Zhao Gang behind him, and then asked in a grim voice: "Say! Who did it!"

Zhao Gang naturally expected Zhang Tianlin to ask who the murderer was early in the morning, and he had already sent someone to call out the surveillance camera in the cafe and checked Xiao Yang's identity.

"Yes...a man named Xiao Yang!"

"Xiao Yang?"

Zhang Tianlin said in confusion, feeling that the name was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a moment.

Zhao Gang continued: "It was an advisor that Fang Tianjun had asked before!"

"Is this matter related to Fang Tianjun?"

Zhang Tianlin asked coldly with a cold face.

Zhao Gang said in a silence: "Part of the reason for the young master's death is because of Fang Tianjun's daughter!"

"Then let them all go and bury my son!"

Zhang Tianlin's voice seemed to be coming out of the clenched gap of his teeth, wrapped in a biting cool air, as if the temperature in the air suddenly dropped to zero in an instant, covering up a thin layer of frost.
Chapter completed!