"Master, my son's death was so tragic, it must have been that bitch who killed him. Master, please help me find that bitch, I can offer a million." Fang Rong's voice was full of sorrow, but her expression was extremely vicious as if she wanted to devour someone.
Xie Xiaolan comforted, "Don't worry, as long as you give me the other person's birth date and time or a photo, I can calculate it for you."
Fang Rong immediately took out her phone and found a photo, "This is the bitch who killed my son."
Xie Xiaolan glanced at the photo, then began calculating, and after he finished, he told Fang Rong the person's hiding place.
After knowing the location, Fang Rong immediately took her relatives to capture her daughter-in-law.
After locating her, Fang Rong brought their people and beat the daughter-in-law severely.
"If it weren't for the master, we wouldn't have found this bitch."
"Mrs. Fang, don't forget what you promised us," said a widower in his forties.
