Chapter 1251
Almighty Daughter Runs The World
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âOkay.â
âAfter hanging up the phone, Father Zhao opened his mailbox. â
âThere was only one unread document in the mailbox. When he opened it, it was from Mike. â
âFather Zhao put his palms together. âBuddha bless, Buddha bless, it must not be a Ye! It must not be a Ye!â â
He had been looking for his son for more than thirty years.
âIf Ye Sen was Zhao Ziye, what would he do? â
âTherefore, Ye Sen must not be Zhao Ziye! â
It must not be!
âAfter saying that, Father Zhao took a deep breath and began to read the contents of the document. â
âThe more he read, the uglier father Zhaoâs expression became. In the end, a layer of cold sweat appeared on Father Zhaoâs forehead. â
âAccording to the information, Ye Senâs biological mother was not Zhang Cuiping, but Zhang Cuipingâs cousin, Ye Yuyi. â
Who Was Ye Yuyi?
She was the fiancée of Father Zhaoâs childhood sweetheart.
âThat year, Father Zhao and ye Yuyi gave birth to Zhao Ziye out of wedlock. Later, because of a series of events, Father Zhao was forced to separate from ye Yuyi and gave birth to Zhao Xueyin with Zhao Xueyinâs birth mother. â
âAfter Zhao Xueyinâs birth mother died, when Father Zhao went to look for ye Yuyi again, it was as if ye Yuyi had disappeared from the face of the Earth. â
He couldnât get any news.
Father Zhao didnât expect ye Yuyi to entrust Zhao Ziye to Zhang Cuiping.
He also didnât expect ye Yuyi to have other relatives in this world.
âIf Ye Senâs birth mother was ye Yuyi, then wasnât Ye Sen Zhao Ziye? â
Ye Sen was the son that he had painstakingly searched for more than 30 years.
How could this beâ¦
How could this beâ¦
How could this be!
What stupid things had he done.
He had actually let someone hurt his own son!
That was his son.
âAll these years, he had been deeply in love with his son. â
He had suffered a lot.
Father Zhao had never dreamed that Yesen was his son.
It was also at this time that Father Zhao realized why he had a strange sense of familiarity when he first saw Yesen.
So he was his sonâ¦
Half of his life.
A whole half of his life.
It was not easy for him to find his son. Why would the heavens play such a joke on him?
âFather Zhao grabbed his hair and fell into extreme pain. His face was full of tears. âYuyi, Yuyi, Iâve let you down! Iâve let our son down even more!â â
âWhat should we do? What should we do? Can someone tell me what to do? !â
âAs he cried, Father Zhao seemed to have remembered something. He picked up his phone and called Mike. â
The call went through very quickly.
âMr. Zhao.âMikeâs voice came from the other side.
âFather Zhao cried and said, âMike, Mike, how is Yesen Now?â â
âMike was stunned at first, then he said, âMr. Zhao, donât worry. Although ye Sen is fine now, he definitely wonât live for more than three days!â â
Mike was an assassin and also a poison expert.
âThose who had been through his hands, even if Hua Tuo was still alive, would not be able to save them. â
Three days!
His son could only live for three days?
âFather Zhaoâs face turned pale, as if he had just died. â
No!
No!
âFather Zhao said emotionally, âMike, do you have the antidote? Donât Die! Ye Sen canât Die! He canât Die! Give me the antidote!â â
The only person who could save ye Sen now was Mike.
âMike could tell that something was wrong with Father Zhaoâs voice and continued, âMr. Zhao, did something happen?â â
âFather Zhao continued, âSon! Ye Sen is my son! My biological son, so he canât Die!â â
âEven if he died, Yesen couldnât die. â
ââIâm sorry, Mr. Zhao.âMikeâs voice came from the screen again. âThereâs no antidote for this poison.â â
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How could there be no antidote?
âFather Zhao continued, âDidnât you make this poison yourself? Why is there no antidote?â â
What was regret?
âIn the past, Father Zhao never knew what regret was. â
âNow, he finally felt it. â
The feeling of regret was too unbearable.
âIf he had known earlier, he definitely wouldnât have let Mike lay his hands on Yesen! â
What should he do?
What should he do now?
What should he do now?
Father Zhao closed his eyes in pain.
ââMr. Zhao, I can understand your current feelings, but Iâm sorry, there really is no antidote for this medicine.â â
âHearing Mikeâs voice, Father Zhao was almost in despair. â
ââMike, Mike, Iâm begging you, can you give me the antidote? As long as you give me the antidote, I can give you as much money as you want!â â
âMike continued, âMr. Zhao, this is not a matter of moneyâ¦â â
âSix Million!âFather Zhao directly interrupted Mikeâs words.