Jiang Shouzhuo's words seemed to remind Jiang Qingfeng.
Seeing his son in pain and unable to speak again, he looked at Qiao Yuxian, and said viciously, "Qiao Yuxian, everything must be based on evidence. You come here with these scraps of paper to hit people. I can totally call the police to arrest you."
"Go ahead." Qiao Yuxian chuckled lightly, looking at Jiang Qingfeng, "I just wonder if Mr. Jiang dares."
Jiang Qingfeng's face turned sinister, his eyes narrowing slightly.
It was at this moment that someone entered the living room from outside, whispered a few words in Jiang Qingfeng's ear, then retreated out.
There was a bit more confidence on Jiang Qingfeng's sinister face. He locked eyes with Qiao Yuxian for a few seconds and then suddenly shouted, "Someone! Surround this place for me!"
At his call, a voice immediately responded from the yard: "Yes!"
Soon, there was a dense sound of footsteps outside the villa.
They stood outside the door, ready for orders at any time.
