Not a single word!

  Han's financial group.

  Han Xiyan slammed the documents in her hand onto the table, jumped up and gritted her teeth: "I don't believe it! I don't believe a single word!"

  His uncle, Han Peng, stood in front of his desk, with a pained expression, "Xiao Yan, Uncle just found out about this too. These are all true! Think about it, no matter from an emotional or rational perspective, Rong Baichuan shouldn't have married your mother's best friend's widow. Besides him having had designs on your mother's beauty for a long time and not having good intentions, what other explanation could there be?"

  "Shut up, don't say another word! I won't believe a single thing you say! Get out of here right now!" Han Xiyan grabbed the documents on the table and threw them fiercely at Han Peng's face. He was deeply resentful of this uncle who, before his father's body had even gone cold, wanted to drive him and his mother out of the Han family home.

  Han Peng picked up the documents from the ground, with a smile on his face, and put them back on Han Xiyan's office desk. "Xiao Yan, blood is thicker than water, I am your uncle, how can you believe an outsider's words but not your own uncle? You must think clearly, if what this document says is true, then Rong Baichuan is the murderer of your father, and yet you keep calling him 'Dad', your parents in the afterlife will not rest in peace..."

  "Get out! Get out now! I don't want to see you again, Lin, throw him out..." Han Xiyan once again threw those documents in Han Peng's face, his furious roar almost shaking the roof.

  Han Xiyan's assistant, Lin Yemao, rushed in and dragged Han Peng out.

  Lin Ye Mao is the assistant that Han Xi Yan personally chose, and has been by his side for many years. He has followed Han Xi Yan for so long, but this is the first time he has seen him lose control like this.

  Even if he were beaten to death, he wouldn't let Han Peng in. This old guy has a pointed mouth and a sly face, one look and you can tell he's not a good thing.

  The office returned to its usual calmness, and Han Xiyan slumped down in his seat, staring blankly at the documents on his desk.

  If.

  If it's really like what's written in this material, his father was killed by Rong Baichuan back then. All these years, he has been treating Rong Baichuan as his own father. If his parents knew about this underground, they would be unable to rest in peace!

  But will it?

  He really didn't dare to believe, not believing at all, that Rong Baichuan's character over the years was clear as day, Rong Baichuan being upright and kind with a sense of responsibility, had always been his model for being a good person, how could he possibly be the enemy who harmed his own father?

  But what Han Peng said also makes sense. How could a kind and honest man marry the widow of his good friend?

  In fact, Han Xiyan had always been resentful about this matter. Although Rong Baichuan had always treated him well and loved him like his own son, because of this matter, Han Xiyan had a deep-seated grudge in his heart.

  His mother and his father had a good relationship. If Rong Baichuan hadn't played some trick, why would his mother have married Rong Baichuan with such a sad fate?

  It was a matter of great importance, he couldn't take risks, so he decided to investigate thoroughly.

  Han Xiyan thought for a long time before finally dialing Ling Haotian's phone number.