Leng Mochen put down the phone, his fingers subconsciously tapping on the desk.
Long Wu, seated across from him, rarely showed such a serious face: "Leng Er! That bastard dared to mess with us. If we don't give him a lesson, he might actually think we're weaklings who can be pushed around."
Ever since Long Wu heard the news, he had been furious. On Leng Er's wedding day, the child had almost been kidnapped.
The severity of this act was outrageous! It was intolerable!
If there are grudges between adults, settle them directly with a fair fight. But targeting someone's child? What kind of logic is that?
Perhaps in the past, if something like this had happened, Long Wu wouldn't have felt much about it. After all, he had always been tough-hearted.
But ever since Su Meng got pregnant—his son being mere weeks away from birth—he developed a natural, instinctive fondness toward children, unable to bear seeing any child suffer.
