Damn It, I’m the Villain Rich Second-generation Father?

In this way, several people sat down.

Ding Jiameng also followed and poured a cup of tea for He Tiancheng, Zhao Fuqiang and Chen Mo.

Compared to Zhao Fuqiang's respectful face, He Tiancheng looked a little calm.

Tang Wuxiong looked at He Tiancheng, hoping he could say something about Tang Chen's death.

But He Tiancheng was silent for a while, and then broke the calm, but only asked: "I heard that Mr. Tang plans to return to the capital in a few days?"

"Um."

"I originally planned to leave today, but a criminal policeman named Yan Ming told me that my son's death was very suspicious, and even said that Shen Hao didn't kill my son."

When he said this, Tang Wuxiong kept looking at He Tiancheng, trying to see something from his face.

But when He Tiancheng heard this, he just said indifferently: "I've heard about this too, and I know it too. He doubts me."

Tang Wuxiong's complexion changed slightly, he looked at He Tiancheng, but didn't answer.

He Tiancheng continued: "That's why I came here to explain to you that your son's death has nothing to do with me."

"I held a concert, but I didn't specifically invite Tang Chen."

"I only invited the Qiu family."

"Also, I went to the roof just to prevent the two of them from conflicting."

"But I didn't expect that when I arrived, Tang Chen had already shot Shen Hao."

"Qiu Xue can fully testify to this point."

He Tiancheng still looked at Tang Wuxiong calmly, showing no signs of panic or guilt.

Tang Wuxiong was not in a hurry to speak, but Zhao Fuqiang said with a smile on the sidelines: "Yes, yes, if you want me to say that Yan Ming thinks too much, I have to take good care of him later, and don't let him mess up." Suspected."

Neither He Tiancheng nor Tang Wuxiong wanted to offend either of them.

But if the two stand on opposite sides, then he still prefers to help He Tiancheng in his heart.

As soon as Zhao Fuqiang finished speaking, He Tiancheng looked at Tang Wuxiong, and spoke a little angrily again.

"I've met Yan Ming a few times. I seriously doubted whether he was a criminal police officer. Without evidence, he came to me and said that I killed Tang Chen and that I was the murderer."

"It's not over yet, and even saying that I planned to kill Shen Hao or something like that, it's all nonsense."

"I will not let him see me again in the future, and I will pursue those slanders he made against me."

After He Tiancheng finished speaking in a cold voice, Tang Wuxiong also nodded and said, "Mr. He, I don't doubt you, but I just heard Yan Ming's words, so I thought of some things my son told me before his death."

"Of course, as Tang Chen's father, I must be responsible to my son, so I stayed."

"Since I promised him, I'll give him a few days, no matter what he finds out, I will leave."

Tang Wuxiong also understood in his heart that even if he felt something was wrong or suspected something, it was useless to say these without evidence.

And when he saw He Tiancheng's reaction, he also felt that it was not him who did it.

Yan Ming must have thought too much.

As for why the bullet disappeared, Tang Wuxiong didn't want to pursue it.

After all, Tang Chen's death also humiliated him in a certain sense.

Originally the son with the most high hopes, he did not expect to die in such a way at such an age.

He is also very helpless.

"Well. I understand Mr. Tang's meaning. Now that I have finished what I should say, I will leave."

"If it wasn't because Yan Ming insisted on getting me involved, I wouldn't need to explain this time. The main reason is that I don't want Mr. Tang to misunderstand me."

He Tiancheng's attitude when he came to see Tang Wuxiong this time was obviously very different from the previous one on the phone.

There is no such respectful attitude.

Moreover, he was about to leave after saying a few words, which made Tang Wuxiong feel a little upset.

"Are you leaving now?"

"Otherwise, what am I doing here?" He Tiancheng asked back.

Tang Wuxiong choked, looked at He Tiancheng, and frowned.

After a pause, he said: "My son had a lot of opinions on you when he was alive. Don't you want to explain it?"

In fact, before He Tiancheng came, Tang Wuxiong recalled the content of the phone call with He Tiancheng, and felt that he had a feeling of sowing discord.

It's just that I was all angry at that time, and I didn't think so much.

It wasn't until there was a conflict with Tang Chen that he wanted to go his own way and lead to the consequence of a white-haired person giving away a black-haired person, and he regretted it.

Seeing that He Tiancheng is leaving so soon, to be honest, he feels somewhat upset.

He even wondered if He Tiancheng had a guilty conscience.

"I have nothing to explain. I have a little misunderstanding with him, but I have explained it to you on the phone."

He Tiancheng looked at Tang Wuxiong, "Mr. Tang seems to be still doubting me when he asks this question?"

Under He Tiancheng's gaze, Tang Wuxiong took a sip from his teacup, and then spoke slowly.

"Actually, my son didn't want to kill Shen Hao when he went to the concert, he wanted to kill you."

"Also, I also know that he went to your concert with a gun."

Tang Wuxiong's astonishing words startled Zhao Fuqiang, Chen Mo, and Ding Jiameng present.

He Tiancheng narrowed his eyes when he heard this and looked at Tang Wuxiong.

"Oh? And then?"

At this moment, the atmosphere became a little delicate.

(end of this chapter)