Chapter 658 The Hypocrite

• Tan Rusheng tossed out a casual line, and it hit Sun Liping like a thunderbolt. The hate and desperate hope on his face drained at once, leaving him pale and shaking.
• The hand gripping Tan Rusheng’s went cold and slack, like the grasp of a walking corpse. He stood there, stunned, empty-eyed.
• Thinking they were finally saved, the Sun family clan rushed with relief—then scattered like frightened ghosts, some even wetting their pants on the spot.